20 Quotes from the book written by Penelope Douglas, "Punk 57".
When she removes her makeup, taking off her brave face for the day, do the demons she keeps buried start playing with her when there’s no one else to play with? I guess not. Narcissists don’t have insecurities, right?
Writing that has gone from the big, unpolished penmanship of a girl who has just learned cursive, to the sure, confident strokes of a woman who knows who she is.
“Hey, I didn’t say anything.” He feigns innocence, a cocky smile on his face. “I just think she works hard and could use some fun.” “Fun, yes. Trouble, no,” I correct. “Annie’s on a good track and doesn’t need distractions. She has a future ahead of her.” “And you don’t?”
“No, I don’t have a boyfriend,” she finally answers seriously. “I find that hard to believe—” “And I’m not looking for one, either,” she cuts Dane off. “I had one once, and you have to bathe them and feed them and walk them…”
I’ll still pick the wrong friends and date the wrong guys.
I learned a long time ago that you don’t need to reveal everything inside of you to the people around you. They like to judge, and I’m happier when they don’t.
I don’t want Trey to see it and ask about it. He’ll just make a joke out of something I love.
All good things come to an end.
“Ryen, right?” he asks, looking around my room. “I must say, this is not at all what I expected.” I’m a lot of what you’re not expecting, dickhead.
Not that we’re romantic, but he has my heart, and I don’t want to give it to anyone else. I feel like Masen threatens that.
Popular girl is going to prom with popular guy. My place in the yearbook is secure.
No, Misha knows me. He’s the only one who knows the real me.
He never fails to make an impression, does he?
“This is none of your business!” she whisper-yells, yanking her hand free and scowling at me. “You don’t know me.” “Does anyone?”
because I feel like eating, and she’s the only food I want.
And I do not have a boyfriend. I have a prom date.
“Do you lie to him?” “Yes,” I reply honestly. “He gets the version of me I want to be.”
“Do you like peanut butter and jelly?” he asks, taking me up the stairs. “It’s the only thing I make that I don’t burn.”
And awesome. She remembers my name. Two points for Mom. Now she knows. Me choosing to come to this school and sit in this office had nothing to do with Trey. It was about her.
“What if she doesn’t even remember me?” she asks. “What if it was no big deal to her, and she thinks I’m an idiot for still dwelling on it?” I hood my eyes. “Any more excuses or are you done?”
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