You Know It’s Them Books

I Didn't Like Being Alone. Being Alone Was Slightly Better Than Having To Deal With People, That's All. Or So I'd Convinced Myself.

Some People Do Want To Stand On The Rooftop And Scream Out Their Story. Others Are Cowering In The Corner, Or Sitting With A Blank Face In Class, And Not Knowing How To Tell Their Story.

And You're Figuring Out Who You Are, And You Haven't Yet Become Stagnant In Your Thinking. You Haven't Solidified. And One Thing That I Find Is That A Lot Of Grown-ups Tend To Look Back On Their High School Or Middle School Years And Say, "oh, Thank God All That's Over."

Is He A Sophomore?" Lydia Says. "please Tell Me He's In Our Grade." "i Don't Know," I Say. "but Weren't You There When He Came To The Office?" Peyton Says. "the Secretary Didn't Get Out Her Bullhorn And Announce What Grade He's In. She Just Took Him To Meet Headmaster Perkins.

I Think That Ties In With Issues Of Identity As Well - That Sometimes There Are Parts Of Us We Want To Hide, And Then There's Other Times We Say, "you Know What? Nope. Done Hiding That Part."