11 Birthdays Quotes

“Nothing nice you ever do for anyone is for no reason.”
― Wendy Mass, 11 Birthdays

“Whoa!" she says as I plow into her. " What are you DOING? Get off me!" I hang on tight. "Can't a girl just hug her big sister?" She stops fighting me. "Are you dying? Am I dying? Did Grandma die? I laugh. "No one died." "Then get off!”
― Wendy Mass, 11 Birthdays

“It's a date," Leo repeats, and we shake on it.Leo's mother sticks her head in the door. "You guys are too young to be dating!"
"Mom!"Leo cries,turning bright red.”
― Wendy Mass, 11 Birthdays

“My arms flew up of thier own accord knoking my bag down. I grabbed hold of the desk to keep myself from falling down.”
― Wendy Mass, 11 Birthdays

“Hi People! ILOVE ELEVEN BIRTHDAYS AND A MANGO SHAPED SPACE”
― CATRINA TULOWIECKI, 11 Birthdays

“Pizza and a movie (Escape to Witch Mountain, my all-time Disney favorite)”
― Wendy Mass, 11 Birthdays

“Mom said it’s too violent for me. I would argue, but after being terrified by a SpongeBob balloon, I’m pretty sure she’s right.”
― Wendy Mass, 11 Birthdays

“When the waitress comes, Leo orders pancakes with chocolate chips and strawberries, an omelet with sausage and peppers, French toast with powdered sugar and pecans, hot chocolate with whipped cream, orange juice, home fries, regular fries with gravy, and a bowl of chocolate pudding.”
― Wendy Mass, 11 Birthdays

“Lean back, tighten abs, keep arms locked, look for a place to land my hands.”
― Wendy Mass, 11 Birthdays

“They crawled toward each other, and then with some unspoken understanding, both pushed off the floor with their hands and stood. Four parents and many bemused party guests watched as the two babies took their very first steps, crashed into each other, and fell to the floor laughing.”
― Wendy Mass, 11 Birthdays

“I sigh. I wonder if practicing in my head counts. I can easily picture myself doing a perfect routine. Somehow it comes out differently once gravity gets involved.”
― Wendy Mass, 11 Birthdays

“A dark-haired woman in a long skirt strolled through the door. The little boy perched on her hip clutched a purple bear. Amanda tilted her head to see both the boy and the bear better. The boy squirmed, and his mother set him down on the floor while she went up to the counter.”
― Wendy Mass, 11 Birthdays

“First, the boy. Pink cheeks, a mop of black hair, clenched fists. And then, in the next bassinet, the girl. A thin coating of blond fuzz on her head, a sweet smile on her lips. Angelina knew it was just gas, but that smile told her a lot. It told her all she needed to know. She stepped back and waited. A few minutes later, the two mothers appeared from different directions, wheeled up to the window by their happily exhausted husbands. The younger of the two women had her dark curly hair pulled into a loose ponytail.”
― Wendy Mass, 11 Birthdays

“How’d”
― Wendy Mass, 11 Birthdays

“down next”
― Wendy Mass, 11 Birthdays

“In a few hours I'm going to be eleven. That's a whole new decade…I have fifteen kids coming here tomorrow night. That's fifteen friends who chose to come to my party instead of Leo's. Even if I'll be stuck wearing a Dorothy costume, I'm going to try to have a good time. After all, like Mom said, I'm only going to turn eleven once. I just wish I wasn't doing it alone.”
― Wendy Mass, 11 Birthdays

“Is that what we're doing?" I whisper as he slides in next to me. "Saving the world or saving ourselves?"
"Maybe it's the same thing," he whispers back”
― Wendy Mass, 11 Birthdays

“MR. MCALLISTER’S”
― Wendy Mass, 11 Birthdays