“Let's chow, and then we'll get our books," Tony said. Just as the door was about to close behind us, he added, "You act like you've never had food before.”

“You did this on purpose," I said to Justin as the man continued to strap me in."Maybe," he said."What is it you're playing at? Your girlfriend is down there at the river.""Let's jump together.""Come on Lenah!" Tony called from below."If you jump with me, Tracy will know."Justin stood up. "Know what?""I mean , she'll think you did it on purpose.""I did do it on purpose," he said."You two," the bungee man said. "Keep you eyes open if you're jumping together. Don't bash heads or anything. I hate cleaning up blood.""If you jump with me-" I started to say."I don't care anymore.”

“Kind of why I can’t always go along with everyone’s happy attitude all the time. Life sucks sometimes and most people don’t get it. They think - well all of the people at this school anyway, they think everything is just handed to them. Real easy, ya know? Like, the day is never something you have to fight through.” I placed my hand on top of Tony’s and let it rest there for a moment. What could I say? I was a death giver. Happy to do it. I had been so good at being dead.”

“So I am your distraction?""You," He said,his face coming within inches of mine, " Are my only hope.”

“How many memories can come through at once before they are just jumbled words and faces mixed together by years of pain?”

“I loved so many things about him: that his fingers were always stained with paint or charcoal; his casual sense of humor and that he was loyal, to the end—even when I had lied so many times. He pursed his lips, highlighting his high and prominent cheekbones.”

“I started to speak to him in his native tongue, "why would you want to sit with me?" He pressed his lips together, and his eyebrows screwed up. He ran a hand through his spiky black hair. "I don' speak Japanese," He said in English. "But My parents do." "Strange," I said. "A Japanese boy who only speaks English?”