“When I saw you, I thought you were poetry and I just wanted to read you over and over again and I wanted to memorize every verse. But now I know people aren’t poetry. They’re people and they mess up. They make mistakes. They say they love you and sometimes they even mean it. That doesn’t stop you from getting hurt and if you ever were a poem, you’re one that I just have to stop reading now.” LoveRomanceHeartbreakMoving OnFirst LoveBreakups Book:Letters from Hadley Source: Letters from Hadley
“Some students looked sad. Some looked bored. I probably looked deranged as I waited for the marching band to bust through the doors, yelling, “Surprise!” as they banged on their stupid drums. “Hadley’s not really dead! But you know who’s gonna be dead this Friday when we kill them in football? The Mountain View Mustangs!” Then, they’d step out of the way to reveal a living Hadley, and we’d all shoot streamers into the air and chant the fight song.” HumorDeathGriefDyingHigh SchoolDark Humor Book:Letters from Hadley Source: Letters from Hadley
“Outside, the leaves on the trees were bursting in hues of orange and red. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Oregon in October. For weeks now, people had been watching these leaves prove just how beautiful they could become before they died, shriveling up into brown clumps of nothing. Despite the vibrant colors trying their best to stand out, the overcast sky and fog-veiled mountains turned everything gloomy. But, again, not too out of the ordinary for this part of Oregon.” FallAutumnGloomyRainyOregonPacific Northwest Book:Letters from Hadley Source: Letters from Hadley