" We paused, and they were practically screaming as one: “This is it, boys, this is war—what are we waiting for? Why don’t we break the rules already?” “That isn’t a song, it’s a war cry. They aren’t just kids anymore; they are warriors. Those kids have it more figured out than we ever did. And they’re just graduating high school. Can you imagine when they have kids? Can you imagine what their kids will be like?” I shook my head marveling. “No, my dear moose, they are going to be just fine.” And for the first time in a long time, I meant it. "

― John Goode , 151 Days (Tales From Foster High, #3)