Because Way Down Deep They Know That

They Called Themselves The Souls. They Told Ms. Olinski That They Were The Souls Before They Were A Team, But She Told Them That They Were A Team As Soon As They Became The Souls. Then After A While, Teacher And Team Agreed That They Were Arguing Chicken-or-egg. Whichever Way It Began--chicken-or-egg, Team-or-the Souls--it Definitely Ended With An Egg. Definitely, An Egg.

Sometimes We Even Have To Risk Making Fools Of Ourselves.

Talk Was Like The Vitamins Of Our Friendship: Large Daily Doses Kept It Healthy.

I Waited For Her To Catch Up, And When I Did, She Slowed Down, And I Missed Seeing The Light In Her Hair. I Never Told Nadia How Much I Liked Seeing The Halo The Sunlight Made Of Her Hair. Sometimes Silence Is A Habit That Hurts.

I Don't Think There Is Any Feeling I Like More Than The One That Someone Is Glad To See Me. —connor Kane