Miss America Singer of Carolina, Five.” I.
Obedience was imperative.
See, it’s just a matter of looking at the lines and doing the math.” “Ugh, more math. I do enough of that as it is.” He laughed. “But this is fun math.” “Fun math is an oxymoron.” Kile.
I’m not as good at showing my emotions as other girls, so it comes across like I don’t care, even when I do. I like to keep things to myself.
In the back, there was a maze of used books. The shelves wound around and were full of other bargain hunters. I searched for the children’s section. Not only were these books generally less expensive, but most of the time, the words that adults need to hear the most are hidden in children’s books. The beauty of that is that most children need to have the words read to them. It works out for everyone.
It’s so beautiful,” I whispered. Maxon stood behind me, wrapping an arm around my waist. “Leave it to you to find beauty in something others would say ruins a day.
And there it was, pushing up through all the worries: hope.
I couldn’t imagine anything strong enough to take that happiness away.
She’s the kind of girl that songs should be written about, poems should be composed for, and books should be dedicated to.
We swayed, barely moving. I settled my cheek on Maxon’s chest, he rested his chin on my head, and we spun to the music of the rain.
But underneath that, his laugh was childlike.
All I could do was move forward and hope that whenever we drifted, we would somehow find a way back to each other.
Maybe the key for me to move forward wasn’t to eliminate everything I was feeling; maybe all I needed to do was focus on the feeling that made all others seem small.
But it felt so unfair, like everything was being taken away from me before it had even truly been mine in the first place.
It seemed like the times when we were silent were some of the easiest.
He is a good winner. He’s even gracious when he’s gotten the raw end of things.” Like a knee to the royal jewels, for example.
He was control to all her chaos; she was levity to his seriousness.
It’s weird, all the things that go into that feeling of being home. And then it’s strange to have to change it.
He said to use your position. He said to play by the rules. He said not to be afraid.
Maybe this isn’t the right thing to say, but I want you to know: when you ran for the stage, I’ve never been so proud of you in all my life. You’ve always been beautiful; you’ve always been talented. And now I know that your moral compass is perfectly aligned, that you see clearly when things are wrong, and you do everything you can to stop it.