Everyone is a little crazy. The only difference between us and them is that they hide it better.

Noah shifted on the bed, and the oddest crunching sound came underneath him. I looked, really looked, at the bed for the first time.

"What," I asked slowly, as I eyed the animal crackers strewn all over it, "the hell?"

"You were convinced they were your pets," Noah said, not even trying to suppress his laughter. "You wouldn't let me touch them.

You like them," I realized.
Noah's eyebrows lifted in question.
"Like as people."
"As opposed to...furniture?"
"They're my PARENTS."
"That is my understanding, yes.

One little joke involving hemorrhagic fever and they brand you 'unstable

Have you made any other friends since we've been here?"
I gave him the death stare. "Yes, actually."
"Who? I want a name."
"Jamie Roth."
"The Ebola kid? I heard he's a little unstable."
"That was one incident.

So, what are you doing with my little sister today?” Daniel asked. I closed my eyes in defeat.
“I’m afraid I can’t ruin the surprise,” Noah said. “But I promise I’ll return her intact.”
He did not just say that. Daniel cackled