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“I've found time can heal most anything and you just might find who you're supposed to be.”
― Taylor Swift

“I was fifteen.
I was bored.
I was miserable.”
― Benjamin Alire S谩enz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

“If you can have everything at fifty that you wanted when you were fifteen, you're happy.”
― Alfred Bester, The Stars My Destination

“When all you wanted was to be wanted, you wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now.”
― Taylor Swift, Taylor Swift - Fearless Songbook: Piano/Vocal/Guitar Artist

“This is life before you know who you are going to be.”
― Taylor Swift

“Halfway to the house Stan stopped and turned to Jane.
He put his hands on her shoulders and drew her toward him.
"I'm glad we're going steady," he whispered.
"So am I."
In spite of the reassuring weight of his bracelet on her wrist, Jane suddenly felt shy. It seemed strange to be so close to Stan, to feel his crisp clean shirt against her cheek. She could not look up at him. Gently Stan lifted her face to his. "You're my girl," he whispered.
-Fifteen”
― Beverly Cleary

“I鈥檓 mean? That鈥檚 the worst you can throw at me?鈥�
鈥淢ean and self-pitying. Does that make it better?鈥�
鈥淎nd what are you, Astrid?鈥� he shouted. 鈥淎 smug know-it-all! You point your finger at me and say, 鈥楬ey, Sam, you make the decisions, and you take all the heat.鈥欌€�
鈥淥h, it鈥檚 my fault? No way. I didn鈥檛 anoint you.鈥�
鈥淵eah, you did, Astrid. You guilted me into it. You think I don鈥檛 know what you鈥檙e all about? You used me to protect Little Pete. You use me to get your way. You manipulate me anytime you feel like it.鈥�
鈥淵ou really are a jerk, you know that?鈥�
鈥淣o, I鈥檓 not a jerk, Astrid. You know what I am? I鈥檓 the guy getting people killed,鈥� Sam said quietly.
Then, 鈥淢y head is exploding from it. I can鈥檛 get my brain around it. I can鈥檛 do this. I can鈥檛 be that guy, Astrid, I鈥檓 a kid, I should be studying algebra or whatever. I should be hanging out. I should be watching TV.鈥�
His voice rose, higher and louder till he was screaming. 鈥淲hat do you want from me? I鈥檓 not Little Pete鈥檚 father. I鈥檓 not everybody鈥檚 father. Do you ever stop to think what people are asking me to do? You know what they want me to do? Do you? They want me to kill my brother so the lights will come back on. They want me to kill kids! Kill Drake. Kill Diana. Get our own kids killed.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 what they ask. Why not, Sam? Why aren鈥檛 you doing what you have to do, Sam? Tell kids to get eaten alive by zekes, Sam. Tell Edilio to dig some more holes in the square, Sam.鈥�
He had gone from yelling to sobbing. 鈥淚鈥檓 fifteen years old. I鈥檓 fifteen.鈥�
He sat down hard on the edge of the bed. 鈥淥h, my God, Astrid. It鈥檚 in my head, all these things. I can鈥檛 get rid of them. It鈥檚 like some filthy animal inside my head and I will never, ever, ever get rid of it. It makes me feel so bad. It鈥檚 disgusting. I want to throw up. I want to die. I want someone to shoot me in the head so I don鈥檛 have to think about everything.鈥�
Astrid was beside him, and her arms were around him. He was ashamed, but he couldn鈥檛 stop the tears. He was sobbing like he had when he was a little kid, like when he had a nightmare. Out of control. Sobbing.
Gradually the spasms slowed. Then stopped. His breathing went from ragged to regular.
鈥淚鈥檓 really glad the lights weren鈥檛 on,鈥� Sam said. 鈥淏ad enough you had to hear it.鈥�
鈥淚鈥檓 falling apart,鈥� he said.
Astrid gave no answer, just held him close. And after what felt like a very long time, Sam moved away from her, gently putting distance between them again.
鈥淟isten. You won鈥檛 ever tell anyone鈥︹€�
鈥淣o. But, Sam鈥︹€�
鈥淧lease don鈥檛 tell me it鈥檚 okay,鈥� Sam said. 鈥淒on鈥檛 be nice to me anymore. Don鈥檛 even tell me you love me. I鈥檓 about a millimeter from falling apart again.鈥�
鈥淥办补测.&谤诲辩耻辞;
― Michael Grant, Hunger

“Everybody is frustrated when they are fifteen, I know, but knowing this doesn't ease my frustration. It feels as though I am an island, apart from everybody else. Perhaps we are all islands, apart from each other. Perhaps everyone else feels foreign in their hometown too. Yes, perhaps we are all just islands, as wild and merciless as each other, separated by our countless defects.”
― Chloe Michelle Howarth, Sunburn

“Maybe she was doing the wrong thing, but that was the way she was.”
― Beverly Cleary, Fifteen