Lauren Myracle
Lauren Myracle
Lauren Myracleis an American writer of young-adult fiction. She was born in Brevard, North Carolina, and is the oldest of three sisters and has three older brothers. She grew up in Atlanta, Georgia, where she attended Trinity School and The Westminster Schools. Myracle earned a BA in English and Psychology from University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill where she was inducted into Phi Beta Kappa. After that, she worked for some time as a middle-school teacher in Gwinnett County,...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth15 May 1969
CityBrevard, NC
CountryUnited States of America
You have to be nicer to me," I said. Again he laughed. "What? I'm the King of nice. What are you talking about?" "You have to be nicer to me or... or..." "Or what?" he said. Still Lars, still charming and jokey, but with a thread of fear. It snaked in and pierced my numbness and almost broke my resolve. Almost, but not quite. "Or I have ti break up with you." I whispered What was there more to say? Nothing. So I hung up.
One: Don't play leapfrog with elephants. Two: Don't pet a tiger unless his tail is wagging. Three: Never, ever, mess with the Ladies Auxiliary. -Mayberry Rules for a Long, Happy Life
Prancing around with marshmallowss on your nipples does *not* constitute living your life fully!
There's something strange about this big pink bunny...
Three hot chicks for three hot chicks." "THEY'RE NOT CHICKS! THEY'RE DUCKS!
I didn't like being alone. Being alone was slightly better than having to deal with people, that's all. Or so I'd convinced myself.
You shоuld eat а waffle! Yоu саn't bе sad іf уоu eat а waffle!
What is 'power' anyway? Power is an ego trip. Power is a way to rise yourself up by lowering others, and I want nothing of it.
They're not chicks. They're ducks.
But you have to live in the present. You have to take the old and make it new -- that's my point.
I know I seem really friendly, but I'm a closet introvert.
I'm always drawn to the underdogs, to the people whose stories don't get told.
Sometimes I worry I'm writing 'Fifty Shades of Grey' for teenagers, but I'm not.
When guys talk about sex, eyebrows don't get raised. It's different for girls.