Jenny

“You have to be nicer to me," I said.
Again he laughed. "What? I'm the King of nice. What are you talking about?"
"You have to be nicer to me or... or..."
"Or what?" he said. Still Lars, still charming and jokey, but with a thread of fear. It snaked in and pierced my numbness and almost broke my resolve. Almost, but not quite.
"Or I have ti break up with you." I whispered
What was there more to say? Nothing. So I hung up.”
― Lauren Myracle, Thirteen

“So as a seventh grader, no, you weren't friends with people you didn't like. But sometimes you also weren't friends with people you did like, which was complicated, and which didn't make any sense if you tried to explain it. Sometimes things just changed. That's where the sadness came in.”
― Lauren Myracle, Thirteen

“Three hot chicks for three hot chicks."
"THEY'RE NOT CHICKS! THEY'RE DUCKS!”
― Lauren Myracle

“...your ass is grass...”
― Lauren Myracle, Thirteen