The Rest of Us Just Live Here

by Patrick Ness

we dream the same in my town as you probably do in a city. We yearn the same, wish the same. We’re just as screwed-up and brave and false and loyal and wrong and right as anyone else.

no matter what group of friends you’re in, no matter how long you’ve known them, you always assume you’re the least-wanted person there. The one everyone else could do without.

Everyone knows the indie kids don’t use the internet – have you noticed? They never do, it’s weird, like it never occurs to them, like it’s still 1985 and there’s only card catalogues

“Jared said we can’t all be the Chosen One. In fact, hardly any of us can.”

“That’s not the story that’s happening,” Mel says to him. “We’re not the kind of people that story happens to.”