“Sooo, I'm tired of people thinking I'm a freak. I know you can't relate to that but -" "Get over it already, will ya?" Candace stood. "You're not Smellody anymore. You're pretty. You can get hot guys now. Tanned ones… — Lisi Harrison Copy Share Image
“Lightning snapped the night sky like a jock’s gym towel on a dork’s butt.” — Lisi Harrison Copy Share Image
“I know when I'm not wanted," joked Uncle Vlad. "Guess I'll make like under-eye cream and get the bags.” — Lisi Harrison Copy Share Image
“Candace nodded a little too hard. She loved making her ponytail swing.” — Lisi Harrison Copy Share Image
Do I look like a Jonas Brother? Then why is everyone waiting for me to lose it? — Lisi Harrison Copy Share Image
Uh, I thought DVDs werne't allowed at my sleepovers. They're not. Then why am i watching the Lady and the Tramp? — Lisi Harrison Copy Share Image
A good boss asks what part she could have played in the problem. And then she asks herself what she can do better next… — Lisi Harrison Copy Share Image
“Question." "Yes," Candace asked expectantly, eyes fixed on the dark street ahead. "Have you ever had to chose sides between a friend and a boyfriend?" Candace nodded. "Which side are you suppose to pick?" "The right one." "What if they're both right?" "They're not." "But they are," Melody insisted. "That's the problem." "No." Candace slowly rolled past a police cruiser.… — Lisi Harrison Copy Share
Never slam a car door. According to the Westchester elite, it's a heinous crime, as heartless as kicking a puppy. — Lisi Harrison Copy Share Image
Do you play football for Pittsburgh? Then why are you such a Steeler?! — Lisi Harrison Copy Share Image
