I Live In My Own Little World.

Curse False-hand-holding Boys!

She Holds Herself With Such Reserve. She Smiles, But The Smile Doesn't Reach Her Eyes, Even In The Company Of The Girls She's Chosen To Eat With. Why? I Have No Clue, And I Really Don't Want To Spend My Time Worrying About It. But My Brain Pushes At The Question Anyway. Why Are People Aloof? Because They Don't Want To Let Others In. Why Don't They Want To Let Others In? Well, Sometimes Because They're Shy, And Sometimes Because They're Convinced Of Their Own Superiority. But Those Aren't The Only Reasons. Sometimes It's Because Thay Have Something To Hide.

Is He A Sophomore?" Lydia Says. "please Tell Me He's In Our Grade." "i Don't Know," I Say. "but Weren't You There When He Came To The Office?" Peyton Says. "the Secretary Didn't Get Out Her Bullhorn And Announce What Grade He's In. She Just Took Him To Meet Headmaster Perkins.

If Everyone Started Off The Day Singing, Just Think How Happy They'd Be.

I'm A Southern Girl, And I Grew Up With This Slightly Schizophrenic Upbringing Where I Bounced Back And Forth Between Atlanta, Georgia, And A Tiny Mountain Town Called Brevard, North Carolina. My Parents Were Divorced, And My Two Lives Were Very Different Because Of Socioeconomic Reasons.