She didn't mind a little rain. At least no one would see her cry.

— Lisi Harrison

She raced for him, propelled by the strength of a thousand regrets.

— Lisi Harrison

Sodoyouthinkyoucouldtrustmetogotothedancetonight?" she blurted before losing her nerve. Viktor and Vivek exchanged a quick glance. Are they considering it? They are! They trust -"No," they said together. Frankie resisted the urge to spark. Or scream. Or threaten to go on a charging strike. She had prepared herself for this. It had always been a possibility. That's why she'd read 'Acting For Young Actors: The Ultimate Teenage Guide' by Mary Lou Bell and Dinah Lenny. So she could act like she understood their rejection. Act like she accepted it. And act like she would return to her room with grace. "Well, thanks for hearing me out," she said, kissing them on the cheeks and skipping off to bed. "Good night."" Good night?" Viktor responded. "That's it? No argument?"" No argument," Frankie said with a sweet smile. "You have to see this punishment through, or you're not teaching me anything. I get it."" O-kay." Viktor returned to his medical journal, shaking his head as if he couldn't quite believe what he was hearing." We love you." Vivek blew another kiss." I love you, too." Frankie blew two back. Time for Plan B.

— Lisi Harrison

Something about Beta and Haylee reminded her of Candace's line between ingenious and insane. Ingenuity inspired their dreams, and insanity gave them the courage to pursue them. It was something Melody wanted for herself.

— Lisi Harrison

Soon, I'm tired of people thinking I'm a freak. I know you can't relate to that but -""Get over it already, will ya?" Candace stood. "You're not Melody anymore. You're pretty. You can get hot guys now. Tanned ones with good vision. Not geeky hose jousters." She shut the window. "Don't you ever want to use your lips as something other than veneer protectors?" Melody felt a familiar pinch behind her eyes. Her throat dried. Her eyes burned. And then they came. Like salty little paratroopers, tears descended en masse. She hated Candace thought she had never made out with a boy. But how could she convince a seventeen-year-old with more dates than a fruitcake that Randy the Starbucks cashier (aka Starbucks, because of his acne scars) was a great kisser? She couldn't.

— Lisi Harrison

The articles were extremely eye-opening. Not just in Teen Vogue but in Seventeen and Cosmogony as well. They were all about being yourself, staying natural, loving your body as is, and going green! The messages were the exact opposite of Via and Via's. Hmmmmm. Frankie turned to face the full-length mirror that was up against the yellow wardrobe. She opened her robe and examined her body. Fit, muscular, and exquisitely proportioned, she agreed with the magazines. So what if her skin was mint? Or her limbs were attached with seams? According to the magazines, which were - no offense! - way more in touch with the times than her parents were, she was supposed to love her body just the way it was. And she did! Therefor if the armies read magazines (which obviously they did, because they were in them), then they would love her, too. Natural was in.Besides, she was Daddy's perfect little girl. And who didn't love perfect?

— Lisi Harrison

The confusing lesson whipped Frankie's anger into something she had never felt before. It was like an emotional meringue - the airy feeling of loneliness topped with the hard crisp of injustice. Yet its taste was far from sweet.

— Lisi Harrison

The inaugural morning at Merton High was officially over. It was no longer a mysterious place in Melody's imagination, filled with endless possibilities and hooks on which to hang hopes for a better tomorrow. It was completely - boringly - normal. Like meeting an online crush after months of e-flirting, the reality didn't live up to the fantasy. It was dull, predictable, and way more attractive in the photos.

— Lisi Harrison

This isn't going to be pretty. Rules will be broken. Friendships will be tested. And huge risks will be taken. But they're small prices to pay for true love and freedom, right?

— Lisi Harrison

This is our big chance to see what people think of us. The real us. We have to show them there's nothing to be afraid of. If we don't get over our fears, they never will.

— Lisi Harrison