Everything, Everything

by Nicola Yoon

He tells me that high school is no utopia, but I’m not convinced. What else would you call a place that exists solely to teach you about the world? What do you call a place with friends and teachers and libraries and book club and math club and debate club and any other kind of club and after-school activities and endless possibilities?

In the beginning there was nothing. And then there was everything.

I decide then that love is a terrible, terrible thing. Loving someone as fiercely as my mom loves me must be like wearing your heart outside of your body with no skin, no bones, no nothing to protect it. Love is a terrible thing and its loss is even worse. Love is a terrible thing and I want nothing to do with it.

THE LITTLE PRINCE BY ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPÉRY Spoiler alert: Love is worth everything. Everything.