Oh, Jason, I couldn't get my locker open...I know, I tried twisting it right, then left, but it wouldn't budge. I guess I'm just not strong enough. Could you help me? Please? Oh, great. Oh, Jason, you're so strong... Seriously?… — Meg Cabot Copy Share Image
“chuckled as I swung my nasty locker open. The number on the silver plate at the top was crusted over and hanging by a single nail, hammered directly above the number 108.” — Marcus Emerson Copy Share Image
