Try to imagine what Life at 11 means....

I tried to think about how I was going to deal with everything that was waiting for me when I reached the end of this train ride....

I waited for twelve days. Day and night.

I felt free and so blissfully happy from the adrenaline rush already pumping through my veins.

“Want a bite?” he whispered..

From the forbidden fruit? I wish.

"Miss Waltham, I believe you know Mr. Black?" 
I smiled...

 I saved the best for last. It was the grand finale. In a span of a split second my brain released the inhibition like a switch and I sprang across the vast clearing and leaped into the unknown.

 “It’s going to be fine,” I assured him as he read on avoiding my eyes.

“You don’t know that,” he said flatly, looking up swiftly from his book, “and this is more than just dangerous, we’re breaking about a hundred rules!”

 “Well, I just think it’s a little strange that all this, ‘We-can’t-be-friends-because-we-are-too-close-to-each-other-and-that’ll-just-ruin-your-relationship… blah blah blah’ ” she made air quotes with her fingers, “It all started when you and Jason were getting serious right?”

"The question you have to ask yourself is this: Is the thought of not finding out you weren’t good enough worth the risk of never knowing if you could’ve been great?"