Riddles Under the Bleachers
The old cat hissed at me from the bleachers, judging my lack of chill as I paced behind the baseball field. My phone buzzed again—more texts from the friend group that was slowly u...
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The old cat hissed at me from the bleachers, judging my lack of chill as I paced behind the baseball field. My phone buzzed again—more texts from the friend group that was slowly u...
Leo adjusted his baseball cap backward—his usual armor—and stared at the pool party unfolding like a fever dream he hadn't been invited to. Jenna was there, of course. She always f...
Maya's older sister was the spy. Not like, cool spy with gadgets—more like she spied on everyone's drama and weaponized it at breakfast. But tonight, Maya was doing the spying. Th...
Maya smoothed her orange sundress for the third time, checking her reflection in the darkened window. Why had she agreed to come to Tyler's pool party again? Oh right, because Chlo...
The cafeteria hummed with that weird energy where everyone's pretending not to care who sits where, but everyone definitely cares who sits where. I clutbed my tray like it was a sh...
Maya's goldfish — named Glitter because everything in seventh grade needed extra sparkle — floated upside down in its bowl again. Third time this week. She poked the glass, hoping ...
My lucky beanie wasn't supposed to end up in the school cafeteria trash can. I'd spent three months curating my aesthetic — thrifted oversized everything, combat boots scuffed jus...
The bass from the living room thrummed through my chest like a second heartbeat. I'd been standing by the snack table for twenty minutes, scrolling through my iPhone like it held t...
The orange cable lay frayed between us like a peace treaty from a war nobody wanted to fight. I'd been staring at my iPhone for twenty minutes, watching the battery percentage tick...
Leo's first day at the sports complex was exactly as awkward as he'd predicted. His dad had signed him up for summer padel lessons because "it's like tennis but cooler," which was ...
Maya spent forty-five minutes on her hair that morning. Not because she was vain, okay maybe a little, but because Leo from chemistry class had invited her to his pool party and he...
Maya dragged herself through the cafeteria like the walking dead, backpack feeling like it contained actual bricks. Junior year was hitting different — she'd been running on empty ...