“I can't believe I let you talk me into this," muttered Serena, as the number 16 bus rumbled over the bridge connecting the north and south sides of the town. "I didn't talk you into anything," I reminded her as… — Kathleen Peacock Copy Share Image
“Are you alright?" he asked warily. "Sure," I lied as I turned and headed for the stairs. So softly that only a werewolf could… — Kathleen Peacock Copy Share Image
“I can't believe I let you talk me into this," muttered Serena, as the number 16 bus rumbled over the bridge connecting the north… — Kathleen Peacock Copy Share Image
“What a surprise. That boy doesn't have the sense God gave a cactus.” — Kathleen Peacock Copy Share Image
“Tell me it's not true." He sighed. "Fine. It's not true." ... And yet... "Are you lying?" He rolled his eyes. "Of course I'm… — Kathleen Peacock Copy Share Image
“He kissed me. And then he said it was a mistake." Serena wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "Normally, I'd quote that copy of… — Kathleen Peacock Copy Share Image
“Can you hide what you were? Every moment of every day, could you pretend to be something else? Someone else? Could you stand spending… — Kathleen Peacock Copy Share Image
“He turned to face me and his eyes widened. "Are you crying ?" He sounded a little panicked, like the sight of a crying… — Kathleen Peacock Copy Share Image
“Kyle is my best friend. Why would I risk screwing that up?" "Mackenzie Catherine Dobson, have you learned nothing from romantic comedies? Do I… — Kathleen Peacock Copy Share Image
“Love's a game where the odds are permanently fixed. The house always wins, and anyone stupid enough to sit at the table is lucky… — Kathleen Peacock Copy Share Image
“What the hell is your problem?" Sputtered Jason, pushing his wet hair back from his face. "Oh I don't know. One minute you're kissing… — Kathleen Peacock Copy Share Image
“Here, eat this. The chicken gives it protein and I got them to hold the bacon bits." We'd watched Charlotte's Web on cable last… — Kathleen Peacock Copy Share Image
“I was too scared to open my eyes. It was the logic of a child; if you don't open your eyes, the monster won't… — Kathleen Peacock Copy Share Image
