“There is nothing like discovering your own secrets in someone else’s story. Those thoughts and feelings you believed were too ugly or strange or idealistic or desperate or whimsical or hungry or sad they had to be just you because… — Courtney Summers Copy Share
“In high school, you don't get to change. You only get to walk variations of the same lines everyone has already drawn for you.” — Courtney Summers Copy Share Image
“I don't like you with Becky. She's not a very nice girl.' 'I don't like you with Jake. He's not me.” — Courtney Summers Copy Share Image
“I think there’s nothing left for me. I don’t think that for everyone else.” “So what do they have that you don’t at this point?” I press my lips together. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I don’t want to talk about how everyone has something even if they don’t really have it anymore, that what they had… — Courtney Summers Copy Share
“This is awful. This is so hopeless. We're all lost in different ways, so how do we even help each other find our way… — Courtney Summers Copy Share Image
“The people feel and look the same, like they've settled here even though they know there's something more-something better-just beyond where they are. Small-town… — Courtney Summers Copy Share Image
“When he sees me, he stops. His eyes widen, his face pales. And then before i can say anything, he's holding me. And the worst part is-I want to hold him. But I also want to slap him, hit him. Punch him. Tear out his throat. I want him to tell me what he did to me was a mistake.… — Courtney Summers Copy Share
“Cary's going to give them the rundown on everything we've managed to piece together about what happened before Baxter got in and the possibility that he's lying and then we'll all be suspicious. I stayed behind because I feel sick and tired and Cary said it's good if one of us stays because it will prevent Baxter from getting suspicious… — Courtney Summers Copy Share
We eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner to the soundtrack of our own impending death. — Courtney Summers Copy Share Image
Cardboard cutouts of cheerleaders operated by arthritic monkeys would move more fluidly. — Courtney Summers Copy Share Image
“You know," she says. "You're still alive. I don't know how many different ways I can try to tell you before it finally sinks… — Courtney Summers Copy Share Image
