bananas and saltines
Jina looked at the kids around her. Blonde. Redhead. Brunette. No one else had the stick-straight black hair that she had. No one else had the round eyes that she had. She wondered if she belonged here.

blow
"Have you got three hours?" I heard him say in a sullen voice. I stopped, turning back around to face him. He smiled at me, a slow, sad smile. I couldn't imagine what kind of pain this kid had gone through to make him smile like that. Suddenly I felt my heart going out to him.

more to life
It's a routine, the same thing that happens almost every day. Wake up when the bus hits a rough spot in the road or when the baby cries. Calm the baby, go back to sleep. Wake up three or four hours later when our dad comes in and tells us we're at the hotel. Go to the hotel, get a couple more hours of sleep, do a radio interview, meet some fans. Back to the hotel, or out to lunch. Soundcheck. Nap. Back to the venue. Second soundcheck. Meet and greets. Show. Clean up a little, go out, sign some autographs and smile.

sometimes wanna die
I hadn't realized how much I had missed them. When the three of them walked through the front door of the Hanson house, I had leapt up out of my comfortable seat next to Jessica, wanting to run up to them and hug them, but I couldn't bring myself to. I felt as though I wasn't worthy of their love anymore. I was dirty, defiled, sick. Zac had been the first to approach me. He shrieked my name, came over, and picked me up, twirling me around and hugging me. When he set me down, the first thing out of his mouth had been "Damn, you've changed." Was that for the better or for the worse?

voodoo
I pulled up to a large, Victorian style house with black shutters and steps leading up to it that looked like they would collapse if any weight was put on them. A black Ford Explorer sat in the driveway, and I pulled up behind it.

watching the clouds pass
I put on a T-shirt, seeing as how I was sitting there in my bra and pajama pants, and snuck downstairs and out the door. I went to where you were, and looked up at you, for you had always been much taller than I. Your brown eyes were full of an emotion that I hope was sorrow and apology, but I'm still not quite sure. "Why did you let him get to you, Zac?" I asked.