I look like prep school Barbie,” Nudge complained, as she entered the kitchen. She caught sight of me in my uniform and looked mollified. “Actually, you like prep school Barbie. I’m just Barbie’s friend.
How the hell was she going to fight them?
With style. She could almost hear Niko’s voice. She grinned, despite herself. Do try not to die, won’t you? That was Tyler. It would have been followed by a delicate yawn. And Oz: Keep your head down and don’t be stupid. Lise: Bitch, do not even think about leaving me alone with all this testosterone. Giselle: You can’t win if you die, so suck it up. Tutresiel: Princess, you aren’t even trying if you’re dying.
And Alexander: Come home.
My life would never
contain a convenient, pain-saving plan
when it could stretch a problem out into
an endless agony of uncertainty and
Angel is right,”said Dr. G-H quickly. “This is my clumsy way of demonstrating.”
“Demonstrating what?” I was barely able to keep a snarl out of my voice. “How to get yourself beat up in one easy step?
So there you have it, the extent of my charms: brown hair and eyes like unbarfed chocolate. I’m a lucky girl.” -Max
NOOOO!” On the screen, a woman’s eyes bugged almost out of her head, and I tried not to scream.
Tried not to scream in exasperation, I mean. The serial killer was right in front of her, wide open! Clearly, instead of weeping like a moron, she could be lunging forward and administering a swift uppercut to the chin. Then this entire pointless ordeal would be over with, and I could go home.
Yeah, you’re sitting in a tree because you’re fine. That’s easy to see. I can’t believe this is Maximum Ride, destroyer of despots, warrior hottie, leader of the flock! All you need now to make yourself more pathetic is a pint of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream!
It hasn’t been just a weekend for me, Wilson. I’ve wanted you for so long. I fought off the thoughts every day, exhausting every option to keep you off my mind; I can’t do it anymore. I want you right here.
Hello, Max,” he said quietly, searching my face. “How do you feel?”
Which was a ten on the “imbecilic question” scale of one to ten.
Why, I feel fine, Jeb,” I said brightly. “How about you?”
Any nausea? Headache?”
Yep. And it’s standing here talking to me.