Electric Fox Summer
The summer I turned fifteen, everything felt electric - like I was constantly walking through a storm waiting to strike. My older sister Kayla dragged me to Tyler's party, and hone...
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The summer I turned fifteen, everything felt electric - like I was constantly walking through a storm waiting to strike. My older sister Kayla dragged me to Tyler's party, and hone...
I showed up to Tyler's pool party wearing my grandpa's vintage fishing **hat**. It was this ridiculous beige bucket hat with trout patches, but I thought it made me look quirky and...
Leo's graduation party was supposed to be legendary, but I'd spent the last hour hiding in his driveway, clutching a warm orange soda like it was my only friend. The fox-red hair I...
My mom made me take the vitamin before leaving. 'For your immune system, Leo,' she'd said, handing me the giant orange capsule like it was some magic shield against teenage awkward...
The pool party was supposed to be Maya's chance to finally talk to Jake—the guy who'd been sitting behind her in bio since September, making terrible jokes about mitochondria. Inst...
Maya stared at the cafeteria tray in front of her. A mountain of spinach sat like something that had died under a heat lamp, mocking her existence. She poked at it with her plastic...
The orange padel ball whizzed past my ear, missing my head by maybe two inches. I flinched, racket dangling useless at my side. "You're supposed to HIT it, not duck from it," Chlo...
Maya stood in the corner of Tyler's basement, clutching a red solo cup filled with water like it was some kind of lifeline. The pyramid of empty cups on the beer pong table loomed ...
Maya's dad lived for baseball. Like, actually lived for it — the man had more baseball caps than teeth, and every spring meant the same thing: "Maya, try out for the team. You've g...
The humidity hit Maya like a physical weight as she stepped into Jasmine's backyard party. Three months of freshman year had passed, and she still hadn't figured out the social hie...
My plan was flawless. A literal pyramid of artisanal nachos—cheddar on bottom, pepper jack middle, queso fresco crown—built to impress Jessica, who I'd been crushing on since sopho...
Leo had survived exactly three days of sophomore year without incident. That record was about to die. The varsity baseball team sat at Tony's Diner like a pack of wolves, and Leo—...