#ena

Hazel!” he yelled. “That box! Open it!” She hesitated, then saw the box he meant. Te label read WARNING. DO NOT OPEN. “Open it!” Leo yelled again. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#heroes-of-olympus #humor #percy-jackson-and-the-olympians #the-mark-of-athena #humor

Evelyn: There's nothing wrong with embracing one's emotions. Brittany: Mom, You don't just embrace your emotions, you make love to them hard-core. ↗

— Gena Showalter

#gena-showalter #humor #humor

Where. Is. He?" Alphonse repeated, although it sounded more like "Don't make me eat your face. ↗

— Karen Chance

#menace #humor

Want me to flex my magic for you, baby? ↗

— Sarah Rees Brennan

#humor #magic #nick-rvyves #the-demon-s-covenant #humor

Everyone hates clowns," Otis said. "Even other clowns hate clowns. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#humor #otis #the-mark-of-athena #humor

Stacey muttered, "But I hate this school, and this city, and the sooner I leave, the better. I want to start over in a new place. I haven't . . ." her voice trailed off and she looked away from Jason, hoping instead to find her words among the falling raindrops. "Do you ever feel like you aren't the person you're supposed to be? That you could be a different person - and have a better life - if things had been just a little different? ↗

— J.M. Reep

#teenager #young-adult #life

While Owen and Miles talk sports, I people watch. And this is what I see: teenagers trying to act like adults. Or how they think adults act. But mostly they look ridiculous, and I wonder what they don't want to do something that's more fun than drinking, smoking, flirting, and making out. Why are those activities considered to be fun? ↗

— Melody Carlson

#teenage #truth #humor

Dude, your girlfriend is so far past high maintenance even the janitor quit. ↗

— Samantha Young

#high-maintenance #humor #humor

Katy skipped over, her low-rise jeans threatening to fall off her skinny hips. With some girls, that was a sexy look. With Katy, it made you nervous. ↗

— Sara Zarr

#jeans #sexy #teenagers #humor

What does it feel like to be infected?" "I-- I can't describe it." I force the words out. Can't breathe, can't breathe, can't breathe. His skin smells like smoke from a wood fire, like soap, like heaven. I imagine tasting his skin; I imagine biting his lips. "I want to know." His words are a whisper, barely audible. "I want to know with you. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#lena #imagination