It doesn’t really make sense. You can outgrow people as easily as desks. Shouldn’t the people you have been friends with for years stay that way? Who changes in the scenario? And who changed in mine? Emma or me?
I don’t really know the answer to that question.
Page 121 from Emma’s Party, Geneva’s POV. Chapter 19
I don’t hurry to my next class. That would be a waste of a note; I have the ability to walk about until I see fit.
Page 118 from Emma’s Party, Emma’s POV. Chapter 18
I watch the prairie sun dip below the hills in the distance, just at the edge of the driveway. The trees turn to looming silhouettes in the falling light. I take a steadying breath. When I exhale, the rest of the yard is enfolded in shadows. The sky turns red-ish pink, the tip of the sky turning dark, like the sun is still fighting, even in death. But eventually, the black will take over the brightness, and the land will go still and dark. And we will have to wait for the sun to come back.
But I know there are never any guarantees.
Page 110 from Emma’s Party, Fayette’s POV. Chapter 17
This friendship with Fay will be a fight. It will be a struggle that I am determined to win. This girl needs help, and I will give it to her.
Page104 from Emma’s Party, Geneva’s POV. Chapter 16
I hold onto the glassy surface for a second longer. Then I drop it.
It shatters into a million fragmented pieces. For a second, none of us move. The tension that was slowly creeping into the kitchen feels like it’s going to be a full blown attack. Our eyes lock, both like frost-coated orbs. I see myself reflected in her eyes, a snip of a girl with the same eyes but a deeper sorrow. A girl who just shed her chinked and broken armour to find a better suit that was perfect for everything but the size. I feel like I’m swimming with the reckless and carelessness of the armour. My mother stares at me, and, I don’t back down. The second she breaks away, I walk over the broken glass, turning my back on the spilled wine and my mother. She starts screaming, infuriated, her anger at me overwhelming.
-Page 96 from Emma’s Party, Fayette’s POV. Chapter 15
She sits there and lets me stain her shirt with my tears, my emotions a turbulent sea of the unknown, the pain, and the anger. I am like a ship tossed about on it, not sure if I am going to go down, or if I will be able to survive the chaos and confusion, the doubt that leaks in and could be the final drop that sinks me.
-Page 92 from Emma’s Party, Emma’s POV. Chapter 14
Mom just laughs at me, shaking her head. “Yes, to be seven again. To play in castles built of pillows, and fight dragons shaped as dogs.” She smiles wistfully.
-Page 82 from Emma’s Party, Geneva’s POV. Chapter 13
I pirouette on my toes, looking at the effect. I see the sales woman at the till gasp, pointing me out to another co-worker. I stop, coming out into a perfect fifth position. My mother shakes her head. “Emma, it’s not polite to show off.”
-Page 79 from Emma’s Party, Emma’s POV. Chapter 12
Today, I won’t be forgiving her. I won’t back down. I won’t be a slave to her emotions.
Today, for a while at least, is a new dawning. I am who I want to be.
I am me.
-Page 72 from Emma’s Party, Fayette’s POV. Chapter 11
At least I still was able to dance. And I still do. I love it, and I will always love it, because it is expression of yourself.Iit tells a story, and it is who you want to be; graceful, confident, ready. Beautiful, and so sure of who you are and what you have to do.
-Page 66 from Emma’s Party, Emma’s’s POV. Chapter 10
