It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single girl in possesion of a pashon for fashon, must be in want of an audiance!

She forks up a little nibble and wedges it in her mouth. "Yum," she croaks.
Mrs. Wong looks pleased. "It's made with tofu."
I can't resist. "Free-range tofu?"
My mother looks over at me sharply.
Mrs. Wong takes the bait. "Now, Cassidy, tofu isn't an animal," she chides. "It's soy bean curd. Soy bean curd doesn't need to roam free."
On the floor below me, Emma lets out a little snort. I nudge her again with my foot. We're both grinning at the thought of a corral somewhere with little cubes of tofu wandering around. "Home, home on the range," I sing to her under my breath. "Where the deer and the tofu roam free...

She's right, of course. My mother usually is. She's a librarian.

Would I want to know the ending to my own story? No. I want the adventure that comes with finding out.

My whole life, I wanted to be a fighter pilot; it's what I wanted to do. I set up all of my classes for it, but I got lazy my senior year in high school and didn't get my paperwork in.

Altogether, I think it's very solid. I don't see anything that would make someone rush out and buy stock over what they had last night, but at the same time, there's no reason why anyone should rush to sell it either.