Gretchen shrugged. "After seeing how he acted when she almost died, I'm starting to get why she's with him." Then her voice hardened. "And really, Leila. That's twice now.

Hearing that I'd come so close to dying should've terrified me, but all I could muster up was a weary "This day sucks.

You probably love to tell kids to get off your lawn, too.

This wasn't the first time I'd woken up as a captive. It wasn't even the second. I so needed to reevaluate my life choices.

My body is the only thing that’s truly mine, so I don’t give it away as though it’s worthless.

What would you like, black or green?""Green, please. It has an earthier taste.""What is you name?""Leila. It means 'evening,' but I would rather have a morning name. I was at the other party, but I like your party better.""I see. Cup or mug?""Cup, please. The best china. Gold-rimmed, no flowers. No cracks or chips. It's okay. I don't break things.

At least I'm trying to understand you. But your mind is already made up. The truth is you want me to be like the others. You need me to be like them. You can't handle the fact that I'm different. I think that says more about you than me.

¿qué pasaría con la fortuna del padre de Leila, en caso de que ella no estuviera ni viva ni muerta?

Cuando visito a un doctor de la vista mi carta de presentación es: "¡Hola! Y no...no tengo glaucoma. Mi nervio óptico mide el doble de lo normal

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