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You’re not dead, but you’re not alive, either. You’re a wintergirl.

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Laurie Halse Anderson
Age: 63
Born: 1961
Born: October 23
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Laurie Beth Halse
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I scared myself, because once you've thought long and hard enough about doing something that is colossally stupid, you feel like you've actually done it, and then you're never quite sure what your limits are.
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They mean hot like 'I'm too good for you I got my own money don't be frontin' me.' You're more like 'Be my boyfriend I'll make you cookies come meet my dad ' know what I mean
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Death is funny, when you think about it. Everybody does it, but nobody knows how, exactly how.
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They tied me back together, but they didn't use double knots. My insides are draining out of the fault lines in my skin, I can feel it, but every time I check the bandages, they're dry.
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She offered herself to the big, bad wolf and didn't scream when he took the first bite.
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I sit at a table close to his desk. Ivy is in this class. She sits by the door. I keep staring at her, trying to make her look at me. That happens in movies - people can feel it when oother people stare at them and they just have to turn around and say something. Either Ivy has a great force field, or my lazer vision isn't very strong.
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I am not going to think about it. It was ugly, but it’s over, and I’m not going to think about it.
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Dead girl walking” the boys say in the halls. “Tell us your secrets” the girls whisper, one toilet to another. I am that girl. I am the spaces between my thighs, daylight shinning through. I am the bones they want, wired on a porcelain frame.
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This girl shivers and crawls under the covers with all her clothes on and falls into an overdue library book, a faerie story with rats and marrow and burning curses. The sentences build a fence around her, a Times Roman 10-point barricade, to keep the thorny voices in her head from getting too close.
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I live in the borderlands. The word ghost sounds like memory. The word therapy means exorcism. My visions echo and multiplymultiply. I don't know how to figure out what they mean. I can't tell where they start or if they will end. But I know this. If they shrink my head any more, or float me away on an ocean of pills, I will never return.
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I shake my head. I pick up the rake and start making the dead-leaf pile neater. A blister pops and stains the rake handle like a tear. Dad nods and walks to the Jeep, keys jangling in his fingers. A mockingbird lands on a low oak branch and scolds me. I rake the leaves out of my throat. Me: Can you buy some seeds? Flower seeds?
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I wanted to pull down a book, open it proper, and gobble up page after page
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I wonder how long it would take for anyone to notice if I just stopped talking.
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You have to know what you stand for, not just what you stand against.
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Didn't help to ponder things that were forever gone. It only made a body restless and fill up with bees, all wanting to sting something.
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I needed to hear the world but didn't want the world to know I was listening.
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Each reader has to find her or his own message within a book.
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Everybody told me to be a man. Nobody told me how.
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Sometimes being an adult means doing the right thing, even if it's not what you want.
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My English teacher has no face. She has uncombed stringy hair that droops on her shoulders. The hair is black from her part to her ears and then neon orange to the frizzy ends. I can't decide if she had pissed off her hairdresser or is morphing into a monarch butterfly. I call her Hairwoman.
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