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Kami Garcia

  • Snowhar citeretfor 3 måneder siden
    That’s the thing I hated most about Gatlin. The way everyone had something to say about everything you said or did or, in this case, wore. I just stared at the noodles on my tray, swimming in runny orange liquid that didn’t look much like cheese.
  • Snowhar citeretfor 3 måneder siden
    The bad omen wasn’t just a hearse. It was a girl.

    For a few minutes, I had let myself hope. That maybe this year wouldn’t be just like every other year, that something would change. That I would have someone to talk to, someone who really got me.

    But all I had was a good day on the court, and that had never been enough.
  • Snowhar citeretfor 3 måneder siden
    I had just wanted to know. That had always been my problem. Even now.
  • Snowhar citeretfor 3 måneder siden
    Lena Duchannes didn’t speak to me again, not that day, not that week. But that didn’t stop me from thinking about her, or seeing her practically everywhere I tried not to look. It wasn’t just her that was bothering me, not exactly. It wasn’t about how she looked, which was pretty, even though she was always wearing the wrong clothes and those beat-up sneakers. It wasn’t about what she said in class—usually something no one else would’ve thought of, and if they had, something they wouldn’t have dared to say. It wasn’t that she was different from all the other girls at Jackson. That was obvious.

    It was that she made me realize how much I was just like the rest of them, even if I wanted to pretend I wasn’t.
  • Snowhar citeretfor 3 måneder siden
    “Exactly. They’re stupid. Who cares?”

    “I care. They bother me. And that’s why I’m stupid. That makes me exponentially more stupid than stupid. I’m stupid to the power of stupid.” She waved her hand. The moon blew away.
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