“Sharpie?A mischievous smile spread across her face.I thought you said you couldn't control your powers.Beginner's luck.”

“A random crack in the old plaster in the corner behind her seemed to grow, until it curled its way across the ceiling, circled the frosted chandelier, and swirled its way back down. It looked like a heart. A giant, looping, girly heart had just appeared in the cracking plaster of her bedroom ceiling."Lena.""Yeah?""Is your ceiling about to fall in on our heads?"She turned and looked at the crack. When she saw it, she bit her lip, and her cheeks turned pink. "I don't think so. It's just a crack in the plaster.""Were you trying to do that?""No." A creeping pink spread across her nose and cheeks. She looked away.”

“I smiled at her, but she was already lost in thought, looking around the library as if it held all the answers to all our problems.”

“But you couldn't unpop a bubble.”

“You couldn't unburn the books. You could only buy new ones.”

“I couldn't sit by and watch them try to take her down. Not her.”

“You couldn't take two roads. And once you were on one, there was no going back.”