“curse the genetics that turn me into a lobster after one hour in the sun while everyone else gets to look like a sexy peanut.” — A.M. Robinson Copy Share Image
“We’ve reached Vlad’s first day at Thomas Jeff. August 30, 2010 Town of Michigan Infiltration of Thomas Jefferson school successful. The child is here.… — A.M. Robinson Copy Share Image
“Please don't tell your family that I'm here," he says softly. "I want to keep a low profile." "Done," I say, knowing that the… — A.M. Robinson Copy Share Image
“Did something happen with you and that guy Vlad at that party Friday night?" Dread creeps over my skin. "Why?" "Hmm, okay. I don't… — A.M. Robinson Copy Share Image
“That's it, I think, crumpling the pages into one tiny ball of suck. I'm done banging my head against this stone wall; I don't… — A.M. Robinson Copy Share Image
“I would definitely want the one with the bed,' I say and then realize how that sounds. I wonder if I will ever be… — A.M. Robinson Copy Share Image
“I steel myself for a smirk, an arrogant chuckle, or some sort of recognition, but he’s leaning back in his chair, alternating between absently… — A.M. Robinson Copy Share Image
“No one answers when I knock. But I left a cake and a card on the porch last night, and this morning when I… — A.M. Robinson Copy Share Image
“curse the genetics that turn me into a lobster after one hour in the sun while everyone else gets to look like a sexy… — A.M. Robinson Copy Share Image
“I feel like I'm in one of those teen shows where a caring friend lets her naive schoolmate know that the popular guy in… — A.M. Robinson Copy Share Image
“What bothers you more?' he asks, leaning forward. 'The fact that I'm a vampire or the fact that you have me here, sitting in… — A.M. Robinson Copy Share Image
