I've Written A Lot Of Novels For

You Have To Be Nicer To Me," I Said. Again He Laughed. "what? I'm The King Of Nice. What Are You Talking About?" "you Have To Be Nicer To Me Or... Or..." "or What?" He Said. Still Lars, Still Charming And Jokey, But With A Thread Of Fear. It Snaked In And Pierced My Numbness And Almost Broke My Resolve. Almost, But Not Quite. "or I Have Ti Break Up With You." I Whispered What Was There More To Say? Nothing. So I Hung Up.

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.

Three Hot Chicks For Three Hot Chicks." "they're Not Chicks! They're Ducks!

I Think That Ties In With Issues Of Identity As Well - That Sometimes There Are Parts Of Us We Want To Hide, And Then There's Other Times We Say, "you Know What? Nope. Done Hiding That Part."

Every Girl On The Planet Was Familiar To One-last-time E-mail Checks.