You And I Aren't Friends Either.

They're True," I Replied Defiantly. "i Came Here To Kill You. And If I Can't Do That, Then I'd Rather Die." "you Failed, You Know. On The Street." "yeah. I Kind Of Figured That Out When I Woke Up Here.

No One Was Normal, Not Really.

We Cannot Road Trip To Paris.

What's Your Name?" What?" I Asked, Squinting At The Light. Your Name." I Reconized Dr. Olendzki Peering Over Me. You Know My Name." I Want You To Tell Me." Rose. Rose Hathaway." Do You Know Your Birthday?" Of Course I Do. Why Are You Asking Me Such Stupid Things? Did You Lose My Records?" Dr. Olendzki Gave An Exasperated Sigh And Walked Off, Taking The Annoying Light With Her. "i Think She's Fine.

He Didn't See Me Looking At Him, But I Could Tell The Ceremony Was Having The Same Effect On Him. He Was Enraptured. It Was A Rare And Sweet Look For Him, Reminding Me Of The Tortured Artist That Lived Beneath The Sarcasm. I Liked That About Adrian—not The Tortured Part, But The Way He Could Feel So Deeply And Then Transform Those Emotions Into Art.