“First, we’re not the same size. And second, no.” She glared at me. “What’s wrong with my dress?” “Technically, it’s dad’s dress.” “White isn’t… — Tracey Ward Copy Share Image
“We’re all idiots when it comes to love,” Trent says philosophically. I glance back at him, surprised. He smiles at me with is creepy,… — Tracey Ward Copy Share Image
“I reluctantly pull out my knife as I silently close the distance between myself, animal and idiot. From a distance I thought the wolf… — Tracey Ward Copy Share Image
“He was like a rainbow; rare and enchanting, exciting to stumble on, but when it was gone I didn’t waste a moment of thought… — Tracey Ward Copy Share Image
“He’s right and I’m pissed. I’m mad because I’m no longer a Jawbreaker. I’m more of a Gummy Bear or a friggin’ Laffy Taffy.” — Tracey Ward Copy Share Image
“an ugly scene; all death, blood, gore and everything macabre. But there in the middle is this boy. This vibrant, living, breathing, resilient, relentless… — Tracey Ward Copy Share Image
“Yeah, alright." Anything to end this conversation about her father's breast.” — Tracey Ward Copy Share Image
“I can't fire my gun without bringing attention to myself while surrounded by more zombies than tweens at a One Direction concert, and I… — Tracey Ward Copy Share Image
