Avery Bishop Quotes

Friends who would remind you of all the terrible things you’d done, once upon a time.

The Olivia I remembered had never struck me as depressed, but oftentimes people do a good job of hiding their depression. They know when to smile. When to laugh. How to say the right things at the right time. Until the day finally comes when the depression becomes too strong and they’re tired of fighting it.

it was then I realized it was true—a lot of the friends you have in high school will be friends you’ll never see again. The only thing keeping you together is a giant building. Once you’re out of that building, the invisible binds snap, and you’re set free.

But the problem with brave faces is that they don’t last forever; eventually they fade, and the pain and fear beneath peek through.

Tyree should’ve dunked on his ol’ goofy wanna be Jackson Avery head ass.

In less than twenty-four hours, a lot of that hard work had started to come undone. First the news of Olivia’s death; now a voice mail from Courtney. Two of my very best friends in middle school. Two people who shared the same burden as me.

Why would Grace send Olivia pictures like that?” “Why not? We practically destroyed that girl’s life. Maybe she’s looking for revenge.

didn’t want to have a social media presence. Once you did, people tried to connect with you. Not just coworkers and family, but friends. Old friends. Friends you might not have seen or talked to in years. Friends who would remind you of all the terrible things you’d done, once upon a time.

Our special clique. The popular crowd. Harpies, we called ourselves, after Courtney overheard Mrs. Cochrane, our seventh-grade English-lit teacher, use the term to describe us to another teacher. Courtney, unfamiliar with the word, had immediately consulted a dictionary to learn that harpy meant “a bird of prey with a woman’s face.

There are three sets of parents I typically deal with. The ones who understand there is something wrong and want to do whatever it takes to help their child. The ones who just don’t give a shit that something is wrong and aren’t about to put in any effort to help their child. Then the ones who are in denial that anything can possibly be wrong. Their child has now become an inconvenience. And, nine times out of ten, it’s something at home that has caused the problem. Something that

hello emily Courtney, standing to my left, gasped and clutched my arm. My fingers were suspended above the keyboard, frozen. The laptop chimed again. hello elise hello courtney Courtney squeezed my arm. your daughter says hi

We had been foolish girls when we’d first gone down that path, reckless and irresponsible. But when we’d returned, there was no more denying what we had become. Monsters.

The therapist let it hang there, and Grace’s mother dabbed at her eyes again as she nodded and finished the thought. “You think I should press charges.” “It’s not my decision, of course, but there should be consequences for what those boys did.” Grace’s mother shifted uneasily in her seat.

The school,” I whispered.

She was staring straight at me. Smiling.

Despite myself, I kept glancing back over my shoulder as I went.

I was so scared, Mom. I thought I’d never—” Her voice broke. Courtney leaned down, kissed her forehead, squeezed her tight again.

Of course she is. She only does this for attention. She’s going back to another inpatient facility. I’ve already signed the paperwork. The crisis worker is calling around, trying to find a bed.

Do you think that matters? This might go on our records. This could ruin our lives.

looked

she’d have established a healthy sense of worth.

I’d probably become a nomad, one of those random kids who doesn’t fit in with anyone and grows up alone and dies without any family or friends.

Stage 4 Hodgkin’s lymphoma, the doctors said. It had come out of nowhere. And it had come fast, and it had come strong, and while your mother was encouraged to start treatment, you could hear the truth in the doctors’ voices that there wasn’t much time left. That was when your father decided to show his true colors. He packed a single suitcase and walked out the front door and never came back.

Hello?

think it was then I realized it was true—a lot of the friends you have in high school will be friends you’ll never see again. The only thing keeping you together is a giant building. Once you’re out of that building, the invisible binds snap, and you’re set free.

I think it was then I realized it was true—a lot of the friends you have in high school will be friends you’ll never see again. The only thing keeping you together is a giant building. Once you’re out of that building, the invisible binds snap, and you’re set free.

one of the eighth-grade cliques had a falling-out, and one of the girls, to get back at the others, had stolen their burn book—a journal where they wrote down all the mean shit about other kids in the school—and made copies and distributed it to everybody in the cafeteria during lunch one day. It had become a huge deal; several of the students didn’t come to school for a week, and Principal Ackerman had eventually made us all sit through an assembly about the dangers of bullying.

They’re wired differently up there. Live by a different set of rules. They work hard and they drink hard and they live hard. A lifetime down in those mines will change a person.

Jennifer Wolff’s mother. Do you remember

You always have to let go. Even when you don’t want to. It was one of the things I’d learned early in life.

And maybe that’s what you want. I’ve always thought part of you feels like you aren’t allowed to be happy,

Gossip. That’s what this was about. Courtney had always loved gossip, probably more than any of the other girls. What was it she had said yesterday—how she had searched Facebook for hours trying to figure out how Olivia had passed away? She wanted that burning question answered, despite the fact it had nothing to do with her.

Put a frog in boiling water and it’ll jump out right away. Put a frog in tepid water, slowly turn up the heat, and eventually the frog will cook to death.