I mean if there was any justice in the world you wouldn’t even have to go to school during your period. You’d just stay home for five days and eat chocolate and cry.

At Chadham High, the safest place to be gay was in the closet.

Popular kids are just a powerful union of needy, insecure losers.

Attack me already. Please! I can’t take it anymore.But I don’t say any of that. I just savor each and every slow, amazing, and tongue-free kiss. Maybe he was born without a tongue, I think for...

I couldn’t stop crying because it was so intimate, in that way I always thought being physical with him would feel. If someone had walked in they might have thought Henry was barely touching me....

Oh, man,’ Beck breathed. ‘Check out the car.’ It was white with a black top. The hood looked as as long as a football field. ‘Sure is big,’ was all I could manage to say....

A few other couples joined us on the dance floor and we lost ourselves among them. I’d never been able to figure out exactly what was involved in slow dancing, so I contented myself, as...

What the fuck? That was like, four rules, not one.

You want to come back to the bank vault?” Jack says.The bank vault. That’s what Jack calls his house.

If you skip one class, everyone knows about it. The teacher will track you down, or one of the guidance counselors will track you down and ask if you’re smoking pot. According to the geniuses...

I’ve found newspapers only useful as kindling material for campfires. It’s been said that newspaper articles are written at a fifth grade reading level. If so, I can’t figure out why journalists would write something...

I feel like I might start crying and that I’m going to cry pee.

The first thing I needed, possibly the only thing, was to kiss her and I did, for as long as I could. I let us both breathe for a minute, and I perched her on...

I dropped my bag to the floor and the sound echoed throughout the house. No one shouted, “who’s home?” or “Cassie? Is that you?”. Instead the house gobbled up the sound as if it didn’t...

High school and college students like to torture their bodies. They pull countless all-nighters, continually skip breakfast, eat nothing but ramen noodles for dinner, find creative new ways to guzzle alcohol, transform into couch potatoes,...

I’m assuming you have a reason behind this irrational need to conform to this institution.” (Eric)

It’s some twisted, limited, grocery-store mentality, where people have to be dairy products or vegetables or frozen foods for us to be able to understand them and feel safe. Maybe we’ve just become such mega-consumers...

Jade Cannon, you are totally hot!” Trace announced loudly, and people nearby stopped to stare at us after his outburst. I couldn’t help but laugh.

Pretty much everyone hates high school. It’s a measure of your humanity, I suspect. If you enjoyed high school, you were probably a psychopath or a cheerleader. Or possibly both.

Since the teachers weren’t picking, I ended up with a boy with bad body odour. ‘You should wear deodorant,’ I said to him. ‘And you should shut your trap,’ he replied.

You don’t always get to pick the role you’re going to play in life, but it’s good to play whatever role you got the best way you can.

True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country.

High school is worse than having to swim through multiple prahana filled lakes- and that’s before the truckload of homework.

Some people were simply created with the right genes and the proper social skills, I figured. They ended up at a lunch table with a group of good-looking individuals, like them, who did what all...

It’s who I am. I can’t just pretend to be some normal kid. That won’t work either. They’ll never leave me alone. But here’s what I know: a block is a strike, and the more...

Really?’ Shep scoffed and rolled his eyes. ‘You can’t be serious! Whitey, you come from the streets of North Philly, and you’re scared of a bunch of backwoods butt-monkeys that thinks that an awesome Saturday...

Teammates…were fine things. Piling onto the bus before the game, edgy with shared nerves, egging one another on with the genial, meaningless phrase C’mon, you guys!, collapsing back into the same seats for the ride...

Is that you, as big as you are, know how to walk gently on this earth.

This is how he always imagined- a dangerous place full of mystery and violent kids.

I think we’re given multiple chances to meet multiple soulmates. Sure, you could meet a soulmate in highschool. But that doesn’t mean if you don’t act on it, you’ll never meet anyone else. You will,...

He closed the locker quickly so no one would see the damage. For some reason, he felt ashamed.

There was some violence a year ago. An important kid got shot during an attempted kidnapping while on spring break in Mexico. The Fortune 500 went security crazy. Now rich kids like Jack need a...

I ended up dropping out of high school. I’m a high school dropout, which I’m not proud to say, … I had some teachers that I still think of fondly and were amazing to me....

Getting into a fight with a popular senior. Pissing off a school teacher and the local chief of police. Hanging with two major-league losers.” She slapped my back. “Welcome to high school.

Getting you a date to prom is so hard that the hypothetical idea itself is actually used to cut diamonds,” I added. Radar tapped a locker twice with his fist to show his approval, and...

You okay?

I swear that I will never cause trouble for anybody, as long as I live!! So please! Nobody cause any trouble for me, either!!

Ah, group projects. Some people love ’em, some people hate ’em – okay, most people hate ’em. Your grade now depends on other people whom you may never have met before, and you’ve somehow got...

Just let it out.

The hope was, people like me got to finally find our place in college or in the actual world. People who understood this told you that high school wasn’t the actual world, that it was...

Trace was just one of those guys who caught your attention no matter if you had a ring on your finger. He would be hot ’til the day he died. Seriously.

My high school teachers didn’t call me “The Babe Ruth of the Bicycle” for nothing. It’s too bad they didn’t call me that, because it was accurate.

I failed angst in high school. They let me graduate anyway.

I’d known cruelty in a school—cruelty that would keep these amateurs up all night. But this kind of scene—crowds batting around a person because they thought he was weak—happened to be my personal trigger.

High school is closer to the core of the American experience than anything else I can think of.

Lexie was the leader of the bobble heads. They were a group of girls best described as perfect, plastic, fake and hollow headed, hence the name bobble heads.

The angel of death can hardly have friends. And the prom, what about Danny? He can hardly have a Valkyrie for his date.

In high school I tried out for the spelling team, but only because I really wanted a letter jacket.

Somewhere along the way of my illustrious high school career I traded my humanity for a prison of popularity.

It’s the only part of a person I really want to capture. Everything else seems to get lost in layers of deception or defensiveness. But not kindness. You can’t hide it. And people either are...