Why try to fit in when you were born to stand out?” “I’m nothing special. I’m drowning,” I whisper. “Then kick out. Put one arm in front of the other. That’s all there is to swimming.

She has a long journey ahead of her. She doesn’t need to hear she will lose before she even begins

You said I don’t exist in one life. What if each of these lives are designed to teach you a lesson so you have the tools to save yourself when you’re alone?” His words strike a strange truth inside me. Do I need saving?

I’m William James Carter. My friends call me Will,” he says. “I’m Lucy Janette Phillips,” I reply. “Nice to meet you, LJ,” he says. Warmth flows through my body. I have a nickname.

I’d scream, but I have no voice. The bullies stole it from me

Why are you trying so hard to fit in when you were born to stand out?