The Fox at the Party
Maya pulled the brim of her snapback lower, using the hat like a shield. House parties weren't exactly her vibe, but Jen—her best friend since seventh grade—had promised this one w...
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Maya pulled the brim of her snapback lower, using the hat like a shield. House parties weren't exactly her vibe, but Jen—her best friend since seventh grade—had promised this one w...
The bear suit smelled like three years of teenage boys' sweat and cheap fabric deodorizer. Maya zipped it up, her face pressing against the scratchy mesh. Being mascot wasn't exact...
The lightning bolt was supposed to go right here, just above my left ear. A perfect electric-blue streak to match my outfit for tonight. But instead, there was just catastrophe. "...
Maya's bedroom door was closed, but that never stopped her cat, Luna, from scratching like a maniac until someone let her in. The moment Maya cracked the door, Luna bolted in and i...
Jordan yanked his baseball cap lower, hoping the brim would somehow make him invisible. He'd been lurking outside the community center for twenty minutes, feeling like a total cree...
Maya was definitely not stalking the fox. Okay, she was kind of stalking the fox. But in her defense, it was a really cute fox, and it had been showing up behind the abandoned bas...
Maya's summer job as a lifeguard should've been chill—just sitting by the pool, getting tan, occasionally yelling "WALK!" at running kids. But that was before Mrs. Henderson's oran...
Marcus's baseball tryouts were tomorrow, and his nerves were playing ping-pong with his stomach. Not helping: his cat, Nacho, had just knocked over his lucky goldfish bowl, sending...
My summer transformation plan started with a $47 bottle of biotin gummies. Maya, the girl whose Instagram looked like a curated museum exhibit, swore they made her hair grow three ...
Maya's purple hair was supposed to be her rebellion, her statement. Instead, it just made her feel like a neon sign blinking "look at me" in the hallway. She'd spent last summer wa...
Maya stared at the foreign object on her lunch tray. It looked like an alien melon that had seen better days. "That's papaya," said Liam, sliding onto the bench across from her. "M...
My mom's vitamin collection took up half the pantry. Each morning, she'd hand me my daily dose — a multivitamin shaped like a cartoon bear. "For strong bones, Mason," she'd say, li...