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269 pages, ebook
First published April 5, 2015








"I reach out for his hand, my own trembling. His fingers look so long and slender, and gentle. They feel smooth, and warm. I take hold of a few of them, like they’re a lifeline. A raft in the sea. A rope in a deep hole."










“He has mature college girlfriends! A new one, like, every week!”
“Because he’s ordering them from Russia. Or Saturn. Whichever has more girls depressingly desperate for money.”





**5 captivating stars!!**
➀ This book deals with dark issues:
✦ Weight loss.
✦ Low Self Esteem.
✦ A dark mysterious past.
✦ Friends.
✦ Fitting in.
✦ Mental health issues.
✦ Bad Break ups.
“Sometimes, we can’t do the things we want to do for ourselves.
Sometimes we wait for someone else to do them.
You can’t always wait like that.
You have to seek out change on your own.”
“I would love to slap you right now,
but I’m currently wielding a nine pound ball and I’m afraid that would be called murder.”
“How did you find me? If you hacked into the Club’s computer to look up my appointments-"
“Whoa, I think you overestimate me, shitlord. Last time I checked all I did was be in the wrong place at the right time. I saw you and had to - ”
“Stalk me.”
“ - delicately approach you. In a sideways manner. From behind. Without being seen at all. For ten minutes.”
“And then he came,
and pulled her petals off one by one,
forcing her to surround herself with thorns to survive.
But he missed one petal.
And she guards it with a tiger's ferocity.”
“Because I’m strong.
Because I’m Isis Blake,
and she might not be pretty,
or sweet,
or well-mannered,
but she’s very, very strong.”

















Say it. Say one more thing, pretty boy. I dare you to.






«I reach out for his hand, my own trembling. His fingers look so long and slender, and gentle. They feel smooth, and warm. I take hold of a few of them, like they’re a lifeline. A raft in the sea. A rope in a deep hole.
“You smell good,” I say. “And you’re fun to pick on. And I like your mom. You’re smart. Kind of dumb, but also kind of smart. I had fun. With the war. And the kiss. And the date. And you called me beautiful and it was nice. So even if we never battle again, even if you hate me forever for saying I like you, thank you. Thank you a lot -»


















“I would love to slap you right now, but I’m currently wielding a nine pound ball and I’m afraid that would be called murder.”

I reach out for his hand, my own trembling. His fingers look so long and slender, and gentle. They feel smooth, and warm. I take hold of a few of them, like they're a lifeline. A raft in the sea. A rope in a deep hole.
“You smell good,” I say. “And you’re fun to pick on. And I like your mom. You’re smart. Kind of dumb, but also kind of smart. I had fun. With the war. And the kiss. And the date. And you called me beautiful and it was nice. So even if we never battle again, even if you hate me forever for saying I like you, thank you."
I'm not empty. I'm still a person. I cried over a bad thing that happened in my life, but I probably shouldn't have.
I've kept it inside this long.
I can do it for a lot longer.
Because I'm strong. Because I'm Isis Blake.
"I cannot, for the life of me, remember what we were just conversing about! Alas. I will forever remember this time we spent together affectionately and oh god I remember now you pervert!”
“You were the one who shouted ‘sex’!” He hisses.
“You were the one who was born, so really I think that’s the root of the problem."
I’m desperate for friends, not socially suicidal. There’s a fine, pathetic line between the two and I’m toeing it like a ballet dancer at her first recital.
It’s light green and rusted, with a broken headlight and soda cans littering the floor, but it does its job of letting everyone know I’m poor and that’s really all I ask from a car.
“No. Unlike you, I have a life to attend to. I can’t afford to waste my time arguing the fine points of what makes you an idiot.”







