“I'm fine,"she said, keeping her head down,wiping the back of her hand across her eyes.It was probably too late,but she didn't want him to see she'd been crying.She was fourteen.That's not a child anymore, whatever dumbass old people might think.Parents and teachers,every-one---but friends most of all.All they ever want to do is keep you small. They're scared of who you are becoming. Of what you know.Of who you are.”
Book:The Possession