“I move closer to the glass, as close as I can get to it, begging her, begging Lily, begging Grace, begging all of them to tell me what's left, to just tell me while the girl pushes against the window,… — Courtney Summers Copy Share Image
“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… — Courtney Summers Copy Share Image
“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… — Courtney Summers Copy Share Image
“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… — Courtney Summers Copy Share Image
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
