"I wouldn't want to be able to see through walls." Ana said, matter-of-factly. "That's an invasion of privacy ( Read more... )

     At the other end of the street there's a girl and whenever I see her, she's crying. She waits till her parents leave every morning, watching and waving from her upstairs window. When their expensive little cars turn the corner out of sight, she leaves her window and reappears on the roof. She spreads out and stares at the clouds, tears ( Read more... )