They say crash victims --people who lose a limb--that they can still feel their missing arm or leg, even after it's gone. It's called phantom pain, right? Well, suddenly, I had this horrible thought. What if high school went away but the feeling of it didn't? I mean I didn't feel joy... or sorrow... or anticipation. Things were going so well, but all I could feel was.... was dread.
[to Meghan] And you know what the funny thing is? You probably wouldn't even care less what's inside the stupid box if I didn't keep taunting you with it, you know?
[to the advisor] I just hope this whole year wasn't for nothing. I hope I learned something. When I came here. I didn't know anyone. I mean, even the boy I followed to New York was a stranger, which,it turns out is why I followed him to New York. There were people here that I never met. Who,just became so important to me, it's like... I don't know... I guess they just felt like real friends. I bet you get this a lot, right? Kids at the end of their freshman year crying about their lives... about the way things turned out.
[to Sally] Is it just me, or did this year go by faster than ever? I mean, it actually seems like time is speeding up. Lately, I have been getting up earlier everyday. I don't know why. I guess it's the excitement of the end of the year or something. I've only got a few days left.
[about her adoptive parents] What they don't know. What I haven't told anyone... that I found out my birth mom's name last year and she lives in New York.
Years from now, Ben will look back on college and remember Felicity Porter: as that obsessive girl with frizzy hair who not only followed him across country, but then just began randomly sending him information about herself, as if he'd ever asked for any.