We Killed An Innocent Girl

If The Next Car Passed Is Blue, Violet Will Be Okay, She Thought. If It's Red, A Will Do Something Horrible To Her. She Heard A Growl Of An Engine And Shut Her Eyes, Afraid To See What The Future Might Hold. She'd Never Cared So Much About Anything In Her Life. Just As The Car Was Passing, She Opened Her Eyes And Saw A Mercedes Hood Ornament. She Let Out A Long Sigh, Tears Coming To Her Eyes Once More. The Car Was Blue.

Ezra Clapped His Hands. "all Right," He Said. "in Addition To The Books We're Reading As A Class, I Want To Do An Extra Side Project On Unreliable Narrators." Devon Arliss Raised Her Hand. "what Does That Mean?" Ezra Strode Around The Room. "well, The Narrator Tells Us The Story In The Book, Right? But What If... The Narrator Isn't Telling Us The Truth? Maybe He's Telling Us His Skewed Version Of The Story To Get You On His Side. Or To Scare You. Or Maybe He's Crazy!

That's Immortality My Darlings" Spencer Said.

You Should Know The Truth About The Stars--- Even Though It Seems Like They're Close Together, Up There In Heavens, They're Zillion Light Years Apart.

Fine,' Aria Conceded. 'but *i'll* Carry Her.' She Grabbed The Baby Seeat From The Back. A Smell Of Baby Powder Wafted Up To Greet Her, Bringing A Lump In Her Throat. Her Father Byron, And His Girlfriend, Meredith, Had Just Had A Baby, And She Loved Lola With All Her Heart. If She Looked Too Long At This Baby, She Might Love Her Just As Much.