" 'Come on in,' said Ms. Faye, and as Adam walked in, she said, 'You know, it’s so nice to meet the young man that Carmen always talks about now.'

Adam looked at Carmen and asked, 'You… always talk about me?'

Carmen blushed and smiled nervously. 'I mean… Yeah, of course I do! I-I haven’t had a real friend in years! But it’s not like I only talk about you, I talk about Mark, Ryan, and Landon too!'

'Yeah, but not as much as you!' Carmen’s mom butted in.

'Mom!' Carmen groaned. "

~ Field Trip (The Novelization of the Musical)

          " This was it. She was really leaving. And she would never be coming back. She would never again get to visit the ashy remains of her old home. Maybe if Vietta looked hard enough this time, she would find her parents’ bones. Maybe it would relieve the guilt in her heart that she wasn’t home to save them. …Just like she couldn’t save him. "

~ "Not Anastasia"

" 'Emrich,' Elsebeth finally spoke, 'why did you not tell me? Why did you keep this from me?'

'I did not think it was important enough to tell you,' I said.

'Well, it seems important enough for your own mother to call you a disgrace.'

'She is very superstitious. You know she skipped over my thirteenth birthday? I was twelve for two years, and then I was fourteen!' "

~ Trypanophobia

" It was a diner in a quiet suburban neighborhood. Strips of neon lights illuminated the dark exterior, a beacon of light in the dead of night. It should have felt warm and inviting in appearance, but Catherine knew better as she approached the giant metal doors.

The missing family that was last seen at the diner was the only information on the news anymore. Nothing else really mattered in the small town. Then again, nothing like this had ever really happened before. Catherine had seen their family portrait on the news so many times that she practically knew it by memory. . . . They all smiled into the camera, never suspecting that one day their life story would become their town’s biggest tragedy. "

~ "Undisclosed"

" 'Now, something you must understand is it doesn’t matter if I personally think you committed these horrible atrocities; in a court of law, you are innocent until proven guilty, and if you have anything that can create reasonable doubt, it is my job to present it.' Marilyn closed her briefcase, now empty, and set it on the floor. 'I can tell you’re an educated, well-researched individual, so I won’t waste time going over legal speak with you. A common misconception about defense lawyers is that our job is to only refute the claims of the prosecution. No, it is also our job to tell a story that paints you in as innocent of a light as we can possibly make it.' "

~ "He Got What He Deserved"