In the end....everything matters. by Jay Asher

In the end....everything matters.

Jay Asher

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Normally when a person has a stellar image another person's waiting in the wings to tear them apart. They're waiting for that one fatal flaw to expose itself.

tears waiting wings

My breathing begins to slow. The tension in my muscles starts to relax. Then, a click in the headphones. A slow breath of air. I open my eyes to bright moonlight. And Hannah, with warmth. Thank you.

breathing eye air

It's hard to be disappointed when what you expected turns out to... by Jay Asher

It's hard to be disappointed when what you expected turns out to be true.

disappointed being-true turns

Half of them kept repeating my name, trying to get it right, while the other half laughed. But they were harmless. Fun drunks make a nice addition to any party: Not looking to fight. Not looking to score. Just looking to get drunk and laugh. I remember those guys. Like the mascots of the party. "Clay! Whatcha doon here? Bah-ha-ha-ha!

party nice fun

Sometimes we have thoughts that even we don't understand. Thoughts that aren't even true—that aren't really how we feel—but they're running through our heads anyway because they're interesting to think about.

running interesting thinking

When you try rescuing someone and discover they can't be reached, why would you ever throw that back in their face?

faces trying

And after I dropped him off, I took the longest possible route home... I explored alleys and hidden roads I never knew existed. I discovered neighborhoods entirely new to me. And finally... I discovered I was sick of this town and everything in it.

towns sick home

Why does it say she has three hundred and twenty friends?" Josh a... by Jay Asher

Why does it say she has three hundred and twenty friends?" Josh asks. "Who has that many friends?

three twenties doe

We all know the sound a camera makes when it snaps a picture. Even some of the digitals do it for nostalgia’s sake.

cameras sake sound

I can't. You can't rewrite the past. by Jay Asher

I can't. You can't rewrite the past.

i-can past

I'm listening to someone give up. Someone I knew—someone I liked. I'm listening... but still, I'm too late.

giving-up listening too-late

I could picture life—school and everything else—continuing on without me. But I could not picture my funeral. Not at all. Mostly because I couldn’t imagine who would attend or what they would say.

continuing-on funeral school

I take a slow sip of lukewarm coffee, reopen the book, and read the words scribbled in red ink near the top: Everyone needs an olly-olly-oxen-free.

oxen coffee book

You told me I wrote that poem because I was afraid of dealing with myself. And I used my mom as an excuse, accusing her of not appreciating or accepting me, when I should have been saying those words into a mirror.

mom mirrors should-have

‎Because if I hadn't been so afraid of everyone else, I might have told Hannah that someone cared. And Hannah might still be alive.

alive stills might

When the right moment appears, the key is to not let it pass. by Jay Asher

When the right moment appears, the key is to not let it pass.

right-moment moments keys

And what if in the future we're at war again, or we still haven't elected a non-white or non-male president, or the Rolling Stones are still dragging their tired old butts on stage? That would depress me way too much.

depressing tired war

How can you call it love when it hurt you so badly?" "It was love... by Jay Asher

How can you call it love when it hurt you so badly?" "It was love because it was worth it.

worth-it it-hurts hurt

Why would anyone say this stuff about themselves on the Internet?... by Jay Asher

Why would anyone say this stuff about themselves on the Internet? It's crazy!

internet crazy stuff

I want to look back. To look over my shoulder and see the Stop sign with huge reflective letters, pleading with Hannah. Stop!

want letters looks