Chapter seven is all about a school shooting that happened at her school, Saint Patrick's Grade School. It was a day like any other, but a townsman came in and, to put it quite literally, shot up the school. His name was Brian Stanley, and he shot Father Rossiter, and other staff people, claiming God had sent him to do so. Danielle recalls how she hadn't been able to confess all her sins to the Father in time.

The book is also talking about how the divorce is being finalized and such. Danielle decides she would rather live with her dad rather than her mom.

"And I knew, by the way she turned away-pain giving her an elegance she did not have five minutes before-that she accepted my choice and that was my first step away from her would remain forever between us."

Danielle says this quote after her Dad gets upset and argues keeping the kids for the weekend (when its originally the mom's weekend). After Danielle decides to stay with her dad, her mom realizes it may be a permanent thing. Danielle misses her mom.
Her dad is a wreck right now. He is continuing to tell stories about the war (which Danielle's heard many times) and is still in love with Danielle's mom. Danielle is a twelve year old girl having to deal with many pains that divorce and addiction inflict. She tells about how sometimes her dad will leave her on the side of the curb, forgetting to pick her up to go to Roscoe's.

(This is more of a paragraph than a quote, but i think its pretty important.)

"On these evening, when I had been forgotten, I felt waves of desperate isolation wash over me, a sensation I would one day call depression but which, at the time, I designated as pure, pervasive cold. There was no remedy for it, no prescription, nothing I could do to nurse myself to warmth. I was utterly, hopelessly bone-chilled on a blasted-out-moonscape sidewalk. It made no difference that I had a room packed with books and clothes and CDs in the house behind me. I would not go inside. I would sit and wait. I would absorb the ice and the snow and the wait until I was frostbitten blue. I would hold out until the end, continuing the game of chicken I played with my father, wanting (for once) to win."