Quote by: Ellen Hopkins

A breeze blows up, touching my cheek like a little child's kiss. It flutters a piece of paper. "Trash, out there? Must belong to one of us." We move closer, and when I reached for it, I find...... a perfect paper airplane.


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Author Bio


  • NameEllen Hopkins
  • DescriptionAmerican writer
  • BornMarch 26, 1955
  • CountryUnited States Of America
  • ProfessionWriter; Novelist