Quotes by : Clara Kensie

My Keeper took everything from me: my home, my family, my voice. He made me powerless. But I'm home now.....

My sister has never not told me something before. We used to share every secret, every thought. While....

My father is using me as a message of hope. My sister is using me as a message of fear.I don't want to....

Some stories won't have a happy ending, but there's always hope that the next one will. Hope is everything.....

My friend Bailey is looking at me with tears in her eyes and a smile of pure joy. She sees me, the real....

Something contracts in my chest. The air shifts, grows heavy and dense as mud. Alexa twists her hair....

My Keeper's house. Right there. Brown shingles, dark red shutters, yellow-and-black police tape wrapped....

Hope is made of air, and wishes. An empty box wrapped in shiny paper.

Do it double, because some can't do it at all.

Alexa's face whitens. The coil of hair loosens itself from her finger. "You did it for me. You never....