Bethany

“You don't give warnings. If someone's close enough that you can't run, and they won't let you get away, you're done. Kick, swing, whatever you have to do."

"It sounds mean."

"Ugh," Nathan groaned behind us. (...) "Peanut, will you just listen? If someone isn't letting you run away, he's not a nice person. Beat the shit out of him.”
― C.L. Stone, Forgiveness and Permission

“I hate running."
He laughed. "You know what's the best part about running?"
"What?"
"The stopping.”
― C.L. Stone, First Days

“Did you finish yours, Kota?"
"Working on it now, Actually."
"How's it going?"

He sat up, turning in his chair and holding up his notebook. "I don't know. What rhymes with formaldehyde?"

My eyes widened. Gabriel laughed, rubbing his fingers against his forehead. "Dude, what kind of poem are you writing?"

Kota blinked at us. "It's about a doctor."

"Does the doctor fall in love?" Gabriel asked.
"No."
"Does someone die?"
"Not in the story, technically."
"What does he do?"
"He performs an autopsy.”
― C.L. Stone, First Days

“Bye, Dr. Green.” I opened the door, stepping out. “I said, call me Sean,” he called after me. “Bye, Dr. Sean.” “Bye, smart ass.”
― C.L. Stone, Drop of Doubt