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Their Philosphy Statements

In the course of the book, there are seven main girls (all between the ages of 12 and 18) whom Kelsey interacts with.  For fun, I sat down and wrote philosphy statements for each of them.  :)



Darla:
     Pretty girls get what they want.
     If I don't have a devoted following, there is something wrong with me.
     Second place in popularity is not good enough.
     Nobody gets in my way.

Trudy:
     Sports are my life.
     Practice and committment equal winning.
     Nothing matters but the team and the game.
     Everything I do ties back to the game.  Everything affects my performance -- for good or bad.
     True friends will push each other to higher athletic achievements.

April:
     Someday I will be as cool as everybody else.
     Never offend a powerful person.
     It is important to make a good impression. 
     The appearance of compliance is more valuable than actually complying.
     Darla is the coolest person in the history of the United States, now and forever.

Tory:
     There's a hole in your argument somewhere, and I will find it.
     Showing emotions is a sign of weakness that is below me.
     There is more to any situation than meets the eye.
      People, in general, are stupid.
      I will take a risk if I truly care, but I will feel better if I can come up with a logical reason for taking that risk.
      Some battles aren't worth fighting. 

Renee:
     Every day is a good day.
     I like being around people.  People are fun.
     Every person I have ever met is my friend.  You, and you, and you, and you, and you...
     Everybody has potential.
     There is no rush to grow up.  You can be happy where you are.  I don't want to grow up too fast.
     I'm happy to be here. 
     I hope you have a good day, too.

Becca:
     I am not good for anything except taking care of babies.
     I have no personality.  I am not pretty.  I am invisible.
     People are cruel and calloused and uncaring.
     My work gives me value.
     Babies are important.  Somebody has to look out for them.  They would be lost without me.
     The world would be a better place if we didn't fight, didn't steal, didn't kill.  The world would be a better place if we cared for each other.  But...that's never going to happen...

Hannah:
     Sometimes I feel like, if I sit still, I might explode.
     Things might turn out better someday.
     I could do good, if somebody would show me how.
     Dares are fun.  I'm game if you're game.

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