"Why can't you two ever get along?" He looks over at me with pure disgust before he turns back to the principal. He was covered in confetti and backing powder while I was covered in cooking oil and feathers. "I plead the fifth."

"I will always remind people of how good you were." I say looking out into the sunrise as I caressed the urn in my arms. "You promise?" I hear him say.

"Sometimes you just have to dream about being free until you're actually free!" "Harry, get down from the table."

"Prom at 9?" "Pinky promise?" "I promise, Niall."

"Beware of the man who lives on Bates Lane."

"Dinner at 6?" "promise?" "promise." The start of something terrible.

"20 giorni fino a quando incontrerai l'Uomo al piano di sopra, come ti senti?" ©all rights go to @Dianarry_ I limit myself to the translation ©tutti i diritti vanno a @Dianarry_ io mi limito alla traduzione

"20 more days until you meet The Man upstairs, How do you feel?"

"It's actually kind of funny." He shrugged. "We met in his store."