48 Quotes by Cindy Callaghan

Instantly my hair started to scrunch up. Ringlets pulled out of the braids like they wanted to remind everyone that I was cursed and I couldn’t hang out…CiCi stopped twirling long enough to notice. “Yikes!

Oui—I mean sí—I mean yes. I’m Meghan.” I was suddenly aware that I was still in the clothes I’d worn on the plane. I was tired, had frizzy bedhead, and my breath smelled like—what would be a good word for it? I know—YUCK!

If you imagine a castle as bright and sparkly with glass slippers, singing mice, and servants with white gloves, this was the opposite.

Carissa pried Mrs. Buck’s phone away from her. She looked at the screen of the game. “Quite impressive, you freaky cape-wearing gamer.

It was the woman I’d been certain had been planning to bake me in her oven but instead, had rescued us with a tractor.

How can a zombie be hot?” Sam asked. “I mean, they’re dead. They must smell terrible, and random body parts just fall off and tumble to the ground.

We need two things,” Caroline said. “Disguises, and to get those videos from the Tart Fart so that he can’t upload anything else to the Internet, or turn anything over to the police.

We need a teleporter,” Grant said, staring at the traffic. “Intelligent life on other planets teleport all the time. I’m sure.” I whispered to Payton, “I’d like to teleport him back to his home planet.

Grant…doesn’t use the helmet for football. He tapes balls of aluminum foil to it to help him connect with aliens who might try to talk to him.