Don’t Be A Hero,” I Told Him

I Think I Draw Most Inspiration From Writers Like Richelle Mead And Filmmakers Like John Hughes. They Both Really Understand The Experience Of Being A Teenager And How Insistent And Intense Everything Feels, But They're Also Smart, Savvy, And Fun.

I Only Saw Fire And Chandeliers And Smoke. No People. Not The Room. Not Even A Time Frame. Do You Know How Many Chandeliers There Are In The South Wing Alone? What Was I Supposed To Do? Tell Everyone To Avoid Chandeliers Forever?

My Mom Has A Tape From When I Was, Like, 2 Years Old, Talking With My Grandma, Telling Her A Story That's Really Elaborate About Werewolves And Wolves.

Loki," I Said. "hey, Princess." He Smiled Dazedly As He Looked Up At Me. "what's Wrong?" "nothing." I Smiled And Shook My Head. "not Anymore." "what's This?" He Took My Hair And Held It Out So I Could See. A Curl Near The Front Had Gone Completely Silver. "i Take A Nap, And You Go Gray?" "you Didn't Take A Nap." I Laughed. "don't You Remember What Happened?" He Furrowed His Brow, Trying To Remember, And Understanding Flashed In His Eyes. "i Remember..." Loki Touched My Face. "i Remember That I Love You." I Bent Down, Kissing Him Full On The Mouth, And He Held Me To Him.

Being Liked For The Way You Looked Is Worse Than Not Being Liked At All.