“Look," I whisper to Cat, "Shooting star! That's good luck." She rolls her eyes. "It's a plane, you idiot," she says, and when I look again I can see that she's right. Typical.” LooksI CanEyeStarsCatLuckShootingIdiotPlanesHer EyesTypicalGood LuckShooting Star Book:Lucky Star Source: Lucky Star
“She's not my type,' Carter says. 'So what is your type?' 'Tall, skinny, black hair, blue eyes, freckly nose. Blue tinsel wig and snowflakes optional.' 'Skinny?' I squeal. 'Definitely. Pretending to be shy, sensible and stand-offish when really you're mad about me.' 'You sure about that?' 'No, but I'm hoping.” EyeBlackHairTypeBlueMadNosesShyTallPretendingSensibleSkinnyCarterBlue EyesWigsSnowflakeOptionalBlack HairTinsel Author:Cathy Cassidy
