No One Believes A Liar.

Here You Go, Dear."" The Corners Of Mrs. Colbert's Mouth Curled Up. "you Like Meat, Don't You?" Emily Blinked. Was It Her, Or Did That Statement Seem...loaded? She Checked Issac For His Reaction, But He Was Innocently Selecting A Roll From A Wicker Basket. "uh, Thanks." Emily Said, Pulling The Platter Toward Her. She Did Like Meat. The Kind You, Um, Eat.

Sometimes, A Family Is Like An Ear Of Summer Corn: It Might Look Perfect On The Outside, But When You Peel The Husk Away. Every Kernel Is Rotten.

How Could Any Of Us Truly Appreciate Our Lives If We Had Nothing Else To Compare Them To?

Friends Share Secrets. That's What Keeps Us Close.

You Should Know The Truth About The Stars--- Even Though It Seems Like They're Close Together, Up There In Heavens, They're Zillion Light Years Apart.