The Clique: The Only Thing Harder Then

After Each Dream, Frankie Woke With A Start, Soaked In Tears. But She Found No Relief In The Peaceful Silence Of Her Room, Because There Everything Was Real. And The Guilt Was Too Immense To Bear. Each Time She Opened Her Eyes, She'd Quickly Shut Them. And Wish That She Had Woken Up For The Very Last Time.

I Don't Like The Vampire Books. I Don't Like Any Of Those.

Why Limit Yourself To Just One Best Friend?

Do I Look Like A Jonas Brother? Then Why Is Everyone Waiting For Me To Lose It?

She Didn't Mind A Little Rain. At Least No One Would See Her Cry.