Powerless (Chestnut Springs, #3)

by Elsie Silver

the tip of her nose wiggling

How is that possible?

I stared at the same page of the same book for the entire ten minutes, like my ability to read grew wings and flew out of my head

This is my life.

I crawl into my creaky cot, feeling it wobble as I berate myself for being so stubborn that I thought this rickety little kid’s bed—that’s probably seen some nighttime accidents—was a better idea than sleeping in the same bed as Jasper.

I'm howwwwwling!

I have a special knack for pushing people away. They always take off. And they’re never all that sad to leave me behind.”

Same.