The whole world was waiting for America to attack Afghanistan, but nothing was happening, which seemed to cause a lot of tension, even in our classroom.

My dad wants me to apply to an international high school. He wants me to go to Canada. He’s got this thing about Canada.

like playing origami with time.

It has been my consolation, and without being overly fanciful, I truly believe that although you have not laid eyes on these pages, still you have read every word I have written. You, dear Mother, know my true heart.

that minuscule movement of my hand through space will determine the fates of all the Japanese soldiers and citizens that these same Americans (enemies, whose lives I save) may live to kill. And so on and so on, until you could even say that the very outcome of this war will be decided by a moment and a millimeter, representing the outward

The old technologies and the new, collapsing time into a paradoxical present.

Maybe instead of graduate, I should say I’m going to drop out of time. Drop out. Time out. Exit my existence. I’m counting the moments.

superpowers. She can pull a story out of anybody, and sometimes you don’t even need to open your mouth, because she can hear the thoughts that are going through your crazy mind before your voice can even find them.

Memories, like little waves, licked the edges of my mind.