Candor

But I can’t leave, not yet. I’ll stay with her until sunrise. If I brace my feet, I won’t slide. I can rest my cheek on the roof tile and still see her. Pacing. Pulling her hair. “I’ll fix you,” I tell her. “I promise.” Even though I don’t know how. It’s better than good-bye.

It’s disgusting. They melted my girl down and poured her into their mold. And this perversion is what she cooled into. I can’t be near her. Can’t see her, smell her, hear her voice chirping like a bird. I tell her the same thing I’ve been whispering every night on the roof. “I’m sorry. It’s my fault.

In a few minutes nobody will know what I did. Everything will be perfect again. Except for my life. [Oscar Banks]

she drew me. But not who I see in the mirror. Nia saw the Oscar i keep hidden. And she put him on paper. Nobody sees the real me.

Yo hago lo que quiero. No. Solo haces lo que cabrea a tus padres. Quizás deberías hacer lo que quieres sin que te importe si a tus padres les guste o no.

We don’t talk; it’s family night, not miracle night.

Cookie!" The kid holds up a carrot with the feathery green still attached to the top. "Seriously?" The woman gives me a wide-eyed don't say anything look and walks away fast.

You have points on the tip of your ears." she tilts her head and stares at me." like a big, tall elf.

¿A quién debería de odiar más? ¿Al que lo pide? ¿O al que se lo da?