“I'm sorry that you are hurting. It’s because of me that you are even here in the first place. I offered to get those passes so I could get to know you. There is something about you that feels so… — Chanda Hahn Copy Share Image
“Nan was shocked. "What a jerk! Mina, you must feel awful. He didn't try to take advantage of you, did he? I'm so mad-… — Chanda Hahn Copy Share Image
“Mina penned the jubilant words into her blue spiral notebook with her favorite ballpoint pen. She faithfully used the same pen when writing all… — Chanda Hahn Copy Share Image
“Sometimes love is worth fighting for. And if you don’t fight for it, then it slips through your fingers.” — Chanda Hahn Copy Share Image
“She had always known that Jared was attractive. His dark hair, strong jaw, and gray eyes made him irresistible,” — Chanda Hahn Copy Share Image
“For once in her life, Mina was thankful for the pixie’s interference. Now, if she could only interfere and find a way for Mina… — Chanda Hahn Copy Share Image
“Mina turned in dread and then froze, her heart beating loudly in her ears. He was right there, standing mere feet from her. Jared.” — Chanda Hahn Copy Share Image
“She never used to compare her appearance to Nan, but now that Brody was so near both of them again, she couldn’t help but… — Chanda Hahn Copy Share Image
“Thanks.” She immediately wanted to bash her head into the dashboard. Stupid, stupid, stupid. She was so stupid.” — Chanda Hahn Copy Share Image
“Mina. You’re the one who saved Brody!” Her confusion disappeared and her face lit with happiness. “We have much to thank you for…oh, Brody,… — Chanda Hahn Copy Share Image
“Savannah White, the most popular girl in school, mouthing the words “you’re dead.” — Chanda Hahn Copy Share Image
“You there is such a thing as a door," I whispered. "You should try it some time.” — Chanda Hahn Copy Share Image
“I cried silently for the pain that I had seen in Kael’s eyes at his inability to be free of me. I cried the… — Chanda Hahn Copy Share Image
“Someone bumped her from behind, and she lost her grip on her notebook and chewed-up pencil, which launched from her hand to land at… — Chanda Hahn Copy Share Image
