Quotes from Ann M. Martin

And I knew it would.

Shannon Kilbourne

That was it for Pete. He bent

She had on black jeans, a black cropped cotton sweater, and soft, scrunchy ankle boots. The color made her blue eyes look dramatic, and her earrings, which were tiny coils of gold braid, finished the outfit.

Of course, Matt and David Michael and the other kids immediately started sticking their arms out and the tails of their shirts to see if Elvira would sample those. And of course, the members of the BSC hustled them quickly on to the next segment of the nature walk.

Mohawk Indians are part of the large Iroquois nation. And the Iroquois Indians lived in longhouses, not teepees.

Other days I want to crawl into a shell like a teenage, mutant, injured turtle.

The next morning I got up, pulled on a pair of blue tights, black canvas walking shorts, a long-sleeved, blue T-shirt, and a pair of black flats. I piled my blonde perm up on top of my head and fastened it with a blue stretchie tie.

Diabetes is a disease which affects your blood sugar level. I have to give myself injections of something called insulin twice a day and stick to a strict diet, which means NO SUGAR, NO SWEETS. If I don't, I could get really sick.

I figured my father would like that.

Abby had known Orrin since they were five, but she had fallen in love with him three months earlier, toward the end of second grade.

Lake Dekanawida

We all love Louie, but David Michael has especially loved him, even as a baby, and he's always taken care of him. He's never complained about messy dog food cans or smelly flea collars. It was David Michael who discovered a rock song called "Brother Louie." (That's the one that goes "Louie, Louie, Louie, Lou-ee.") Whenever he plays it, the real Louie howls joyfully each time he hears his name.

And dried toothpaste is all over the floor. I think Jackie dropped his tube and then stepped on it.

He's ninety-two years old," Mr. Willet whispered to Min and Flora. "And my hearing is as sharp as ever," he said, and everyone laughed.

Only time will tell.

Stoneybrook Middle School (SMS) can be a real zoo. Especially after a break. Today, it seemed as if there were twice the usual number of students in the hall, and they were all talking at the tops of their lungs. Maybe that's why I was so confused.

Something wasn't right in the Nicholls household, but what could I do about it? I hated to see two kids so unhappy, but if Mr. Nicholls had his rules, who was I to question them? It was his house. Joey and Nate were his sons.

I was all packed and ready to go.

short red pants with purple suspenders over a bright yellow and black sweat shirt. On my feet I put my purple push-down socks and a pair of red hightop sneakers. I added jewelry — a big necklace with wooden bananas and oranges strung on it, and dangly earrings shaped like sunglasses. I fixed my hair. I brushed it until it was full and shiny. Then I rolled up a red scarf and tied it in my hair

How did people deal with a situation like this? Maybe they'd make Mr. Nicholls promise never to do it again. Maybe he'd have to go to counseling. In any case, I knew things would start to change for the better as soon as Mom and Mrs. Nicholls talked.

Normally, my friends and I laugh and joke while we walk to school. Not today. Just the thought that someone we knew might have died put a dark cloud over everything. The main building of Stoneybrook Middle School loomed in the distance, and my heart started thudding faster. I think everyone's did.

I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. It was Kristy, sitting behind me in a seat by herself. "Stacey?" she said. "I've got a terrible problem." "What is it?" I asked, alarmed. "The theme from Gilligan's Island is running through my head and I can't get rid of it.

Kristy had a cow.