I Look At You Because I Can't

How Had It Turned Into This? I Had Lived My Whole Stupid Life Without Him, And Now I Could Barely Make It Through The Hour.

I Think I Draw Most Inspiration From Writers Like Richelle Mead And Filmmakers Like John Hughes. They Both Really Understand The Experience Of Being A Teenager And How Insistent And Intense Everything Feels, But They're Also Smart, Savvy, And Fun.

I've Taken Every Writing Class I've Had Available. I Took Classes In High School, And I Took English And Writing Classes In Community College, But I Dropped Out Of College. I Also Attended A Local Writing Workshop Two Years Ago.

How Did You Even Know I Wasn't In My Room?" "i Checked On You." Finn Gave Me A Look Like I Was An Idiot. "i Check On You Every Morning." "you Check On Me When I'm Sleeping?" I Gaped At Him. "every Morning?" He Nodded. "i Didn't Know That." "why Would You Know That? You're Sleeping," Finn Pointed Out.

I Only Saw Fire And Chandeliers And Smoke. No People. Not The Room. Not Even A Time Frame. Do You Know How Many Chandeliers There Are In The South Wing Alone? What Was I Supposed To Do? Tell Everyone To Avoid Chandeliers Forever?