I grab Mark's hand and just walk away, my dad swearing and walking out through the doors. I lead Mark back up to my room and sigh, closing the door behind me, "I've...always wanted to do that."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I think, looking away as I do, "What if we started our own gang? Have a whole system set up. I'm sure Vanessa, Jonah, and the others would move to us. Start out small, gain more as we go on..."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
"Do not try to be pretty. You weren't meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don't let anyone ever simplify you to just 'pretty'" — Suzanne Rivard