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Arthur sat on his back porch, morning coffee in one hand, the small orange vitamin pill in the other. His granddaughter Lily watched, swinging her legs against the swing set. "Gran...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically water plants with them. Student council elections were tomorrow, and she'd somehow agreed to give a speech in front of the e...
The social pyramid at Northwood High had levels, and I'd spent three years at the bottom with the other goldfish—swimming in circles, forgettable, blending into the locker-lined ha...
Emma loved summer storms. Lightning flashed across the sky like nature's fireworks, and rain made everything smell fresh and new. But today's storm felt different—magical, somehow....
Maya sat on the balcony like a sphinx, unreadable and ancient, her silhouette carved against the city sunset. She hadn't said more than twenty words to him in three days. Eric sto...
Leo loved his backyard more than anything in the world. But his favorite spot was the old pyramid-shaped treehouse his grandpa had built years ago. Every afternoon after school, Le...
Maya stood at the edge of Jake Anderson's backyard, her stomach doing actual gymnastics. The **water** in his massive pool glittered with that perfect Instagram-filter blue, surrou...
Maya's palms were sweating. Literally sweating. Which was disgusting because she was already waist-deep in the pool, her cutoffs plastered to her legs like second skin. Across the...
Maya's life had become a series of calculated performances. At school, she laughed at jokes she didn't find funny. At home, she nodded along when her mom went on about prestigious ...
Every morning at seven, Margaret opens the white porcelain cabinet where her vitamin jar has lived for forty-seven years. The same one Henry bought her in 1976, back when the world...
Eleanor smoothed the worn photograph with trembling fingers. Her grandfather stood beside the old barn, hand resting on the shoulder of a massive bull—the animal had been his const...
My best friend Jenna dared me to wear it. The mascot head. A grinning brown bear with dead plastic eyes and fur that smelled like three generations of teenage sweat. I slipped it o...