
She made about a million waffles while I sat there. She had to make about a million every day because at The Girl on the Red Swing they served everything on a waffle.
Everything on a Waffle by Polly Horvath

She made about a million waffles while I sat there. She had to make about a million every day because at The Girl on the Red Swing they served everything on a waffle.
Everything on a Waffle by Polly Horvath





All this time I thought it was my fault that I couldn’t figure out how to fit in. But now I see. You can’t ever fit in like a number or a letter, because friendship’s not a puzzle or a cipher. There’s no answer that you get right or wrong. You don’t “get” friends. You are one. You have one.
This is Not a Werewolf Story by Sandra Evans


I put the picture of the sign for forgot in my head—four fingers sliding across the forehead like they’re wiping away a thought. Sometimes the signs took me to a different thinking place.
Feathers by Jacqueline Woodson
