Sophia

“She’s a princess and you’re a jock,” he says. He thrusts his chin toward Bronwyn, then at Nate. “And you’re a brain. And you’re a criminal. You’re all walking teen-movie stereotypes.” “What about you?” Bronwyn asks. She’s been hovering near the window, but now goes to her desk and perches on top of it. She crosses her legs and pulls her dark ponytail over one shoulder. Something about her is cuter this year. New glasses, maybe? Longer hair? All of a sudden, she’s kind of working this sexy-nerd thing. “I’m the omniscient narrator,” Simon says. Bronwyn’s brows rise above her black frames. “There’s no such thing in teen movies.” “Ah, but Bronwyn.” Simon winks and chugs his water in one long gulp. “There is such a thing in life.”
― Karen M. McManus, One of Us Is Lying

“She’ll surprise you one day with how pretty she is. My mother used to say that about Bronwyn. My mother was wrong, though. There’s nothing surprising about it.”
― Karen M. McManus, One of Us Is Lying

“She’s the lead character in a movie and I’m the generic best friend whose name you forget before the credits even start rolling.”
― Karen M. McManus, One Of Us Is Lying

“You think Simon committed suicide?”
― Karen M. McManus, One of Us Is Lying