But in my heart I knew the old Bryce was toast. There was no going back. Not to Garrett or Shelly or Miranda or any of the other people who wouldn’t understand. Juli was different, but after all these years that didn’t bother me anymore.
I liked it.
I liked her.
And everytime I saw her, she seemed more beautiful. She just seemed to glow. I’m not talking like a hundred-watt bulb; she just had this warmth to her. Maybe it came from climbing that tree. Maybe it came from singing to chickens. Maybe it came from whacking at two-by-fours and dreaming about perpetual motion. I don’t know. All I know is that compared to her, Shelly and Miranda seemed so…ordinary.
I’d never felt like this before. Ever. And just admitting it to myself instead of hiding from it made me feel strong. Happy. I took of my shoes and socks and stuffed them in the basket. My tie whipped over my shoulder as I ran home barefoot, and I realized that Garrett was right about one thing- I had flipped.
Completely.
Wendelin Van Draanen, Flipped (via micasayshello) —
So this is a complete photoset of Hunger Games posters I’m working on for college. The bottom two are ones I haven’t uploaded yet! I’m going to submit the Catching Fire dress poster, the Mockingjay poster and do up a Hunger Games poster.
Any thoughts on how to improve them or what I should do for my Hunger Games poster?
