Authors: Ellen Hopkins
Tags: #Juvenile Fiction, #Family, #General, #Orphans & Foster Homes, #Social Issues, #Adolescence, #Drugs; Alcohol; Substance Abuse
Some Secrets
Almost a Week
After the Talent Show
My Heart Spoke Up
Nikki’s Advice
She Was Mad
I Watch Her Now
Best of All
Amusing to Watch, Though
There, Indeed, is Montana
Before I Can Sit Down
I Try, Really I Do
The Wasp Buzz Intensifies
Can’t Confess Everything
I Want to Keep Hating Him
The Buzz Quiets
His Jaw Plummets
Our Eyes Lock
Except It’s Not
One Day
Pilfering Booze
Trains Like This
Listerine Rocks
Underwear Shopping
Boy, Does that Add Up
The Question Nags
Stupid Fantasy, I Know
I Get My Own Room
Next thing i Know
Thanks to me
But, Makeup Or No
Wedding Day Dawns
Everything Accomplished
It’s an Exercise in Futility
Run, Flee, Fly
Gentle Shaking
I Am Also Claustrophobic
Things are Moving
Wedding Receptions
The More I Think About Bryce
We are Kissing
Condemned
Telling Him
I Remember How It Felt
I Wasn’t in Love
Right Turn, Left Turn, Right …
So Says She
Can’t Say It’s “Nice” Inside
Finally, I’m In
I Notice the Walls
A Riptide of Sadness
She Goes to Say Good-Bye
We Change Subjects
End of Story
I Keep Unpacking
Impossible, I Know
Zero Response
Thankfully
Apparently I Made Tanya Feel Guilty
Lights, Garland, and Ornaments Hung
The Only Place
It is Walter
Before Too Very Long
How Long Will It Be
For Three Days
Day Four
The Rest of the Day
Back Home
I Hate White
So For Now, It’s White
Good Thing
She Turns
I Reach Way Back
Mom Was Angrier Then
All This Filters Through
I Didn’t Think
She Sits Beside Me
Sudden Commotion
Smart Kid
When Did I Become a Philosopher?
Cookies in the Oven
God, I’m Maudlin Today
Said Boys
This Could Turn Into a Lecture
No Doubt About It
I Guess I Can’t Blame Anger
Feeling Marginally Better
Loneliness and Liquor
When I Called Bryce
At Least he used the Word “Love”
My Stomach Stirs
I Heave
All Hurled Out
At Least I Think I Can
He Studies Me
His Eyes Lift
Things Fall Into Place
Sucker Punched
Trey Straightens
Grandfather is Shaking
By the Time
When I Open the Door
Maureen is at a Hotel
She Sits Quietly
It is Late Afternoon
It Takes that Two Hundred Miles
Off-Kilter
Well Past Midnight
A Thin Beam of Light
Labels
And Now a New Label
Sneaking Out
Not Exactly a New Story
I Had My Cell
Now I Swear
Not Much Time
Nothing to Lose
As We Drove Away
Less Than a Half Hour
Approaching the Flat Fields
Kyle Exits the Freeway
As We Pull Into the Driveway
Kyle Stays in the truck
I Gather Up
Three Hun in Hand
Kyle’S Excitement
Supplies Stowed
We Find a Five-Dollar
Birdsong Wakes Me
Countdown to Christmas
I’ve Told Her No
No, I’m Not
She Still Loves Me
I Could Go On
Air Shift Complete
Two Thirty-Four
I’m Not a Jewelry Expert
Subdued