Brittainy Cherry

Even when the world was dark, words in books existed. Therefore, I knew there would always be light around me even on the darkest of days.

Even when the world was dark, words in books existed. Therefore, I knew there would always be light around me even on the darkest of days.

The idea that broken things could still be good was a thought that would stay with me for a while.

id someone hurt you?”

“Yes, no, well…they just hurt my heart.”

He moved in closer and combed a fallen curl behind my ear. “Those are the worst kinds of hurts.

Oscar the Grouch.”

The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas, and the note read

g Way Down by Jason Reynold

“How motherly of you,” I mocked, my hands still on her.

“I never wanted children.” She breathed out, hiccupping once more. “Ever.”

“And yet, here we are,”

“We still need to find a nanny,”

“You do know saying that is not only disgusting and racist, but also saying it to your half-Mexican husband is pretty distasteful, right?”

“You’re hardly Mexican, Graham. You don’t even speak a lick of Spanish.”