« - So much can happen in a month! The proof, I, in two weeks I met my future wife, I changed my lifestyle and I bought my first tie. - A tie? It was the most shocking news of the three. »

« If I had become Eliza Sweet, in terms of the look, I had remained the same: Eliza looked like me. I was tall, blonde, and I had blue eyes: the prototype of the little American fed good fresh milk and cereal (dixit mom). Total, I had my head to become the cliché of "the most popular girl of her high school". Since I had nothing left to lose in life and I had confidence to spare, I quickly joined the tribe of the big chubby of the high school football team and chic cheerleaders bobos. (...) I continued the game when we moved to Petree, the number 2 city on our itinerary. I called myself Lizbet, and I dated drama-glam romantico-gothic style chicks, and girls looked classical dancers. I wore footless dance tights, black heart masks and drew a blood-red mouth. I had adopted the high bun clenched like a fist. I counted the calories, I made my tragedy; in short, I was directing myself and overplaying my role. It was a very challenging compositional role, far removed from Eliza's character. That's why at Westcott, our last stop before Lakeview, I had fun simply becoming Beth: nice secretary on the high school student council and good girl-scout friend. I wrote for the duck, I took care of the school yearbook and I gave small classes to the kids of the college. Beth was hyperactive and combined extracurricular activities: car washes and cake sales to finance the high school's literary magazine, the focus group or the construction of a sports center for underprivileged children in Honduras (a project initiated by the Spanish club). I was the girl that everyone knows, my reel was everywhere: this incredible popularity would make me even more memorable, once I had vanished. In my old life, and this is the strangest in history, I had never been the ultrasympathetic leader of my high school students, nor a romantic gothic let alone a chic bobo cheerleader. Before, I was just normal. An average girl. I was just Maclean. Maclean is my real name, the one my parents gave me at birth. It's also the name of the best coach of all time on the Defriese basketball team - my parents' college - the team Dad was supporting loud and clear. »

« "Trauma can allow us to learn," he remarked in that reasonable voice that drove me crazy. And, even if you fail in the end, at least you'll have tried. »