It’s so trendy, almost bleeding to death. All the cool girls are doing it.
He slowed down a bit more. “Gaia, how do you know these things?” She shrugged. “I’m smart.” “And modest, too.” “Modesty is a waste of time,” she pronounced. “I’ll keep that in mind.
Elizabeth scowled, feeling like a nobody, a nothing. She felt like her entire self had been made worthless. She could change her interests, but she couldn’t change her looks. She’d never be six feet tall. She’d never look like a supermodel.
She needed to get out of there. Her brains, thankfully, were still safely in her skull, but her emotions were splattered on the pavement.
In a lot of ways that poor little potato’ – Evan pointed directly at Jade’s French fries – ‘symbolizes the reckless consumerism that plagues America.
I think I’m going to cut down on my dating,’ Annie said. ‘I used to need a lot of attention. You know, to make up for that empty feeling inside. But boys aren’t always the answer.
In Bruce’s opinion, the only fun in dating was the sport of it. The more it was like a tennis match, where he had to wear down his opponent through expertise and sheer force of will, the better he liked it.
I am seventeen. The good things about seventeen is that you’re not sixteen. Sixteen goes with the word sweet, and I am so far from sweet.
How inappropriate,’ Lila said coldly. ‘Who’d ever dream of showing up at a dance in a wheelchair? What does she think she’s going to do all night?
I just can’t wait to get out of Sweet Valley,’ Jessica explained. ‘I feel like I’ve been dancing with the same ten cute guys my whole life.
When I first heard the word existential, I didn’t know what it meant. But then I found out that no one knows what it means, so now I use it all the time.
Lila walked by with her nose in the air. In a straight line behind her, six obedient kindergartners waddled like baby geese, singing in unison, ‘Row, row, row your yacht…
Elizabeth had amnesia and her defenses were down. Bruce had tried to take advantage of her – what guy wouldn’t? Unfortunately, she got her memory back just in time, ran right out of his house, and wrecked his plans for the evening.
As pathetic as it was, she’d rather hold on to the possibility of something perfect than be hit with the reality of nothing much.
Ever since her obsession with Jonathan Cain, a deranged transfer student who had been at Sweet Valley for a month, Enid’s life had been entirely guyless.