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1 " All teachers who were telling everyone where to go were wearing outfits made of aluminum foil , like robot aliens . "
― James Patterson , Middle School: Get Me Out of Here! (Middle School, #2)
2 " I mean Zeke McDonald and Kenny Patel, the left and right butt cheeks of Cathedral School of the Arts. "
3 " TWENTY-TWO HOURS AND FORTY-NINE MINUTES LATER (NOT THAT I WAS COUNTING OR ANYTHING) To: "
4 " I could have farted out loud, and it would have been less embarrassing than the silence. Finally, "
5 " about Mom, and how stupid I was for doing this. Also, how glad I was that I didn’t have to camp out in a dark, cold storage locker that night. (Seriously—what was I thinking?) And when Mom said she was coming first thing in the morning, she meant it. By six o’clock, Mrs. Galletta was waking me up and asking Mom if we wanted breakfast before we left. "
6 " My father left when I was four and Georgia was two. That was about a year after Leo died. Once he was gone, we never heard from him again. End of story. "
7 " critique, and it’s an art school thing, where you have to put your assignment up in front of the whole class so everyone can talk about it. Kind of like getting up in front of a firing squad. "
8 " Anyway, I guess I should have seen it coming. It’s like every time things start to look okay in my crazy life, something always comes along to change it. It’s like it just falls out of the sky. "
9 " The real Leonardo was my twin brother. He got sick and died when we were both three years old. It was really sad, for sure, but it was also a long time ago. I barely remember any of it. The point is, I’ve always wondered what Leo would be "
10 " Khatchadorian, "
11 " Twenty-three thousand years ago, someone created this image on the wall of a cave,” Mr. Beekman said. “Now, who do you suppose was the artist here?” “Was it you? "
12 " Move over, Wimpy Kid—RAFE K. has arrived! "
13 " her lunch shift. Then all of a sudden, I heard this giant WHOOM! People started yelling, the fire alarm started blaring, and I could smell smoke. A second later, Mom was there. “Come on, Rafe,” she said. “We have to go—right now!” And she hustled me out the back door. "
14 " No Swifty’s meant no job for Mom. No job meant no money to pay the rent on our house. "
15 " active imagination "