“I elbow my way through the mass of people to get to my locker because there's something immensely satisfying about the toughest part of my arm connecting with the softest part of everyone else.” — 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
