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Because that’s not the end. If anything, it’s the start of the sequel.
Putting things back together is always harder and more complicated than breaking them.
I’m awesome, and I can do anything. Except when I can’t.
mine. I just . . . hadn’t taken it. I had only tried to try. And that wasn’t good enough.
Guess what: my life is not your story, jackass.”
She hissed at me. But I understood—I wanted to hiss at myself.
I’d expected more. I’m the one who let me down.
I wondered briefly if this is how cults get their power, but dismissed the thought as the circle reached our small group.
Which is great . . . But what if it doesn’t happen? What if I screw up again? What if that stupid essay on failure is going to be my nemesis forever? I would let everyone down. Once again. So . . . this has to stay mine. Until I feel more sure about it.
“If you’re gonna dream, might as well dream big,”
“Nah, my mom just watches a lot of Days of Our Lives.
“I don’t wanna forget it happened, I guess,” he said after a moment. “It mattered. It’s important to who I’ve become, who Kat’s become. And . . . that’s not the only thing that’s happened there. I’ve had a lot of good memories on that bridge, too. Bad stuff happens all the time. But . . . as bad as it is sometimes, I can’t let that stop me from living my life.”
“Sometimes there’s just some space in between when you figure something out in your head and when you actually get it, you know?”
You could only predict so much of the future with the past.
My family might worry about me, but I worry about them, too.
“Words are the complicated part,” Violet interjected. “The rest . . . not so much.”
How many times do you have to learn the same thing? Until it sticks, I guess.
