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Lily was the best spy in all of Maple Valley. Or at least, she was the best spy among ten-year-olds who hid behind oak trees to watch squirrels hide acorns. But on the stormy Tuesd...
Margaret stood in her kitchen at 2 AM, staring at a wilted bag of spinach like it held the answers to her failing marriage. The refrigerator hummed its monotonous song, accompanied...
Maya smoothed her **palm** against her denim shorts for the tenth time. The Taylor's pool party. Every cool kid in sophomore year was here, and she'd spent three hours picking an o...
Margaret sat on her back porch, the morning sun warming her arthritic hands. On the wicker table sat her grandson's iphone, left behind after yesterday's Sunday dinner. The device ...
Lily loved the old baseball glove she found in her attic. It smelled like sunshine and stories. Every evening, she'd toss her ball against the backyard fence and catch it with a so...
Benny was a small bull with big dreams. Every afternoon, he watched the animals play baseball in the meadow, but he never joined. He was afraid he wasn't fast enough. One day, whi...
Maya hadn't slept properly in three days. Finals week turned everyone into a **zombie** — hollowed-out versions of themselves shuffling through the hallways with dark circles under...
Kai's thumb hovered over the follow button for the third time that night. Total spy behavior, but whatever. Jordan Rivera had posted three new stories since lunch, and Kai had zero...
The chlorine stung Maya's eyes as she hovered at the edge of the party, clutching her **palm**-sized phone like a lifeline. Jordan's pool parties were legendary, but legendary also...
Marcus stood frozen, palms sweating against his phone case. The Spring Fling was in full swing—literally—because somewhere behind him, a mechanical bull was bucking someone into ne...
The **pool** glittered like spilled diamonds under the July sun, and somewhere in its depths, I'd left my dignity. My best friend Leo had dared me to jump from the roof—I did, but ...
The bull's name was actually Dairy Queen, which was objectively hilarious, but that didn't stop her from weighing twelve hundred pounds and staring at me like I owed her money. "Y...