Inspiration Is All Around Us. Don't Let

One Of The Best Things You Can Relate To Is A Detailed Story.

Because Whipping An Atlas At Jackson's Head While He Was Flirt-touching That Frankie Girl In Geography Would Have Been Very Satisfying. And Beating Him With The Eiffel Tower Snowglobe While He Kissed Cleo In French Would Have Been Tres Cathartic. But She Hadn't. Instead She'd Been Egg-like: A Hard Shell On The Outside, And A Runny Mess On The Inside.

This Is Our Big Chance To See What People Think Of Us. The Real Us. We Have To Show Em There's Nothing To Be Afraid Of. If We Don't Get Over Our Fears, They Never Will.

Massie's Frindship Is Something That Has To Be Earned. Not Because She's Beautiful Or Popular But Because She's Loyal.

It Was An Image Melody Would Never Forget. Or Was It The Emotions The Image Conjured - Hope, Excitement, And Fear Of The Unknown, All Three Tightly Braided Together, Creating A Fourth Emotion That Was Impossible To Define. She Was Getting A Second Chance At Happiness And It Tickled Like Swallowing Fifty Fuzzy Caterpillars.