Loser Loser, Double Loser, Whatever,

Am I A Vampire?" Massie Asked. "huh?" Alicia Asked. "then Why Are You Keeping Me In The Dark?

The Confusing Lesson Whipped Frankie's Anger Into Something She Had Never Felt Before. It Was Like An Emotional Meringue - The Airy Feeling Of Loneliness Topped With The Hard Crisp Of Injustice. Yet Its Taste Was Far From Sweet.

Viktor Was Swinging A Leather Duffle And Wearing A Black Adidas Tracksuit And His Favorite Brown Ugg Slippers With A Hole In The Toe. "worn And Old, Just Like Viv," He'd Say When Frankie Made Fun Of Them, And Then His Wife Would Swat Him On The Arm. But Frankie Knew He Was Just Joking, Because Viveka Was The Type Of Woman You Wished Was In A Magazine Just So You Could Stare At Her Violet-colored Eyes And Shiny Black Hair Without Being Called A Stalker Or A Freak.

Don't Ever Tell Anyone Where You Bought Something. If You Get A Complement Say, "thank You. I Got It In Europe.

We're Doing The Twyla, Not Twilight, So Stop Sucking!