oh was she ever right.
thanks mister green, you did good.
and you too becki. if i had novels like this as an adolescent, and maybe just a teacher or two like you, perhaps thinking back on middle school wouldn't make me want to piss myself, cry, and toilet paper all grown ups.
"i wanted to be one of those people who have streaks to maintain, who scorch the ground with their intensity. but for now, at least i knew such people, and they needed me, just like comets need tails."
as for the rest of you. perhaps you should pick this up. just sayin.