All The Right Books discussion

❝ℐʜᴇ ɪɴғɪɴɪᴛᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴘ ᴏғ ʟᴏɴᴇʟɪɴᴇss ʜᴀs ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ɪᴛ·s ɢʀᴀsᴘ.❞

i've always been lonely. always. everyone ignored me, completely. nobody thought i was important. when i was six, i had my birthday party with my cousins. once we'd eaten, they left me inside and went to play the games i hated. like football, baseball, and basketball. i was six. it was my birthday. i spent it reading. there was nothing else to do; by the time everyone had left, no one realized i hadn't opened any presents.

and then there was school. since we moved everywhere, i had no permanent friends, really. and all the people i met made fun of me. in texas, i was called 'the sabine river'. otherwise insults of my last name, wood, came around, or i was called 'sa-bean'. there was no stopping the bullies. sure, there were some who were kind, some who were rays of light, but not enough. the only friends i really had were maya and ian, in washington, where my dad lived.

oh, yeah. so my family line is pretty complicated. first, there's my sister, ellicia. (ellie.) she was the offspring of my mom and her husband, ben. then, my mom got divorced with ben and married my dad, darrin. then, they had me. my parents split when i was four, and i barely remember our amazing house in washington. finally, after moving to new york, my mom had my sister anabelle.

a year ago, my sister ellie died. i felt like my heart had been wrenched from my chest. my older sister wasn't dead. she couldn't be dead. and yet, as they explained to me that she'd be pushed over the cliff by three boys, i knew it. she was dead. i still cry. i still want to hunt down the people who killed her and kill them, murder them, make them pay. but i can't. if i could. if i could only.

i'm the girl who sits on the fence at school, who dresses all in black and watches other people have fun. i'm not the girl people are jealous of. sure, i've got curly hair and tan skin and big lips and big eyes, but i'm not perfect. i'm too smart and have no friends. i'm the 'scary death girl'. nobody wants me. nobody. so i'm the loner. i hope you understand that no one has a happy ending. you never will, and i never will.


❝Sɪʟʟʏ ɢɪʀʟ. ℐʜᴇ ʀᴏsᴇ ᴅɪᴇᴅ sᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀɢᴏ.❞

✘ :▲: ❝ ℒᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀғᴜʟ, sᴄᴀʀʏ, ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ɢɪʀʟ. ᴀᴋᴀ, ᴍᴇ.


The girl shivered once more. The curtains could only do so much to keep out the cold. She rocked back and forth as they blew out fully, making rustling sounds. No one would look for her here. Not that anyone would ever want to look for her, the girl who scared everyone with her talk of death, the lonely one who wore all black clothing except for her nightshirt. No one would ever want to look for her. What was her name? Sabine Theresa Wood. And this is her story.


✘ :▲: ❝ ℐʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ᴡᴏɴ·ᴛ ᴇʀᴀsᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ. ɪᴛ·ʟʟ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʀᴇsᴛᴀᴛᴇ ɪᴛ.

( Today: April 25, 2015

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