Oh. My. Gods.

Pain is weakness leaving the body

Her purse is like Mary Poppins's bag - it holds way more than should be possible.

But revenge is hollow. I'd prefer amnesia.

You’ll get over being mad at me.” “Not likely.” Step, step, step— “I promise not to gloat about it when you do.” “I won’t.” Step, step, step— “Because I want to be with you so badly I don’t care if you’re screaming at me the whole time as long as I’m with you.” I stop dead in my tracks.

To: lostphoebe@theacademy.gr From: gblake@theacademy.gr Subject: If I could do it over... ...I wouldn't treat you so badly. I'm sorry. Today wasn't about the bet. Give me another chance. G Just like him: brief, cryptic, and full of crap.

I've survived beach bunny cheerleaders, a sluthunting , ex-boyfriend, and five years of cross-country camp. I'm not afraid of some throwback to ancient myth with astrocious highlights and a Barbra Streisand nose.

E-mail can be so impersonal - and so open to interpretation.

A fairy tale,” he says, “is a story we wish were true.

If he’s not going to apologize, I’m not going to be more than barely civil. I realize he is a boy and predisposed to abhor admitting he’s wrong. He, however, has given me no reason to stick my neck out.