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...

Instantly I regretted my decision. It was one of those times when you hear yourself saying something, and it seems like a good idea at the time, but once you blurt it out you can...

The only way, I thought to myself, that this could get any weirder would be if it turns out he has that dead body’s head on ice where in the basement, some ready for transplantation...

The ones who stay unnoticed often see the most. They live out other people’s lives, since their own are so unremarkable…

I didn’t know what was more disturbing—the fact that something was obviously wrong, or that three faculty members of the world’s premiere spy school had forgotten to lock the door.

Jocks were pretty much exempt from the standards that bound the rest of us. Teachers and administrators humor them because it’s in everyone’s interests to coax them through school and get them out of the...

I had a couple of friends in high school. And by a couple I mean my parents.

Well my music was different in high school; I was singing about love—you know, things I don’t care about anymore.

Oh, hey, did you want to keep these for when your invisible boyfriend returns from his fake vacation?

At seventeen, the smallest crises took on tremendous proportions; someone else’s thoughts could take root in the loam of your own mind; having someone accept you became as vital as oxygen. Adults, light years away...

The truth doesn’t get you very far on the streets, or in a group home, or even in high school. That’s probably why the idea of Liars, Inc. appealed to me. Everybody lies. You might...

It’s as if once you hit high school, you’re programmed, like a robot, to be an asshole to your parents.

It was only high school after all, definitely one of the most bizarre periods in a person’s life. How anyone can come through that time well adjusted on any level is an absolute miracle.

Did you meet your soul mate? That always happens on the first day of school, right?”Oh God, Charlie, she’s letting you read again! You went straight to the paranormal section, didn’t you?

One day soon you’ll be in the world, and you’ll have so many options you won’t know what to do with them. Everyone will fall in love with you, because you’re so beautiful and so...

Take a limitation and turn it into an opportunity. Take an opportunity and turn it into an adventure by dreaming BIG!

I just saved you from having to find a nice way to say no to the leg dragger.

That’s the pathetic thing about high school. Everyone tries so hard to be something they aren’t. It’s gotten so I don’t know who I am, so how can I even try to be who I...

It’s like looking at all the students and wondering who’s had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report on top of that.

After that, a strange thing happened: Amy couldn’t stop her expectations from rising. She imagined herself transformed and beautiful, like Molly Ringwald in Pretty in Pink, with her homemade dress and mysterious lace boots. She...

She looked into the eyes of many of them as they passed away, like some sort of angel of death. Some were frightened, some relieved, most just confused. She served as the arbiter of their...

The Illiterates.” To easily identify fellow gang members, we all wore letterman jackets.

Arkadia wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head upon the muscular cliff face he called his chest.

I reached down and picked up a baseball bat at my feet and I flung it as hard as it could. It circled and arced high in the air until it slammed against the side...

For the record, I would like to point out that it is NOT being obsessive to memorize a boy’s schedule so that you can accidentally bump into him. It is called being efficient.

Those aren’t girls. They’re vultures.

I hated high school. I don’t trust anybody who looks back on the years from 14 to 18 with any enjoyment. If you liked being a teenager, there’s something wrong with you.

I’m a man without a country. Or I’m a man with too many countries-you pick. Ultimately, in both global politics and the high school power hierarchy, they amount to the same thing.

The families of graduating seniors emptied out of cars, sheepish in uncommon splendor, like milling clans at the origin of a parade. There is something spent about the families of teenagers; possibly it’s the look...

Dad.

All Julie has to do is explain to her friends that she’s using it to individually seal each item that she throws out.””Then they’d think she was a geek,” I said.”She will thank me later,”...

Go to the Winter Dance with me.

High school sucked. It was a universal truth and whoever said these were supposed to be the best years of your life was probably drunk or delusional.

A lot of kids think high school represents the best years of their lives, but others recognize that it’s mostly irrelevant bullshit, and that life doesn’t even begin until afterward.

Hell to the yeah!”Like, Alex Pettyfer hot?”Dude, he puts Alex Pettyfer to shame!