Sometimes A Happy Delusion Is

I Flipped Down The Visor So I Could Check Myself In The Mirror, And Something Small And Heavy Dropped Into My Lap. I Froze, My Breath Stuck In My Throat. What—? Gingerly, I Looked Down. It Wasn’t A Grenade. It Was A Key Ring. One Key Was For This Van. I Looked At It Blankly. “well, That’ll Simplify Things,” Fang Said.

I Feel Like I'm Going To Hurl. Which, Even If I Wanted To Do, I Couldn't Do, Because I Haven't Eaten. I Can't Even Drag Myself Out Of My Room. And While I'd Be Able To Muster The Strength To Roundhouse Fang Until He Begged For Mercy, I'de Be Mush Around An Eraser.

Dr. Martinez: "i Take It You Don't Want Me To Call Your Parent?" Max: "uh, No." Hello, Lab? May I Speak To The Test Tube Please?

Okay, So, Flying,” I Started, Taking A Deep Breath And Focusing On The Thing I Loved Most In The World. “flying Is … Great. It Feels Great When You’re Doing It. It’s Fun. Pure Freedom. There’s Nothing Better.” Dylan Smiled, A Slow, Easy Smile That Seemed To Light Up His Whole Face. “so The First Thing We’re Going To Do,” I Told Him, “is Push You Off The Roof.

Sometimes Being A Leader Isn’t About Winning. Sometimes It’s About Doing What’s Right, Instead Of What’s Powerful.