The Party Foul Protocol
Chase's legs were literally running on autopilot as he rounded the corner toward Jessica's house. His brain was still processing the fact that THE Jessica Martinez—junior class roy...
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Chase's legs were literally running on autopilot as he rounded the corner toward Jessica's house. His brain was still processing the fact that THE Jessica Martinez—junior class roy...
Lily was the only girl in school with bright orange hair that bounced when she walked. Some kids teased her about it, but she loved her hair—it made her feel like a sunshine prince...
The tangle of cables behind my TV looked like a digital snake pit — one wrong move and the whole ecosystem would strike. I needed to fix this mess before 7 PM or I'd miss Jordan's ...
Margaret watched from her porch as seven-year-old Leo crouched behind the garden gnome, practicing his best spy technique. His wild hair stuck up in tufts, catching the afternoon s...
Margaret stood by the kitchen window, her faded blue eyes fixed on the visitor in the garden. A red fox, sleek and bold, sat on the frost-covered lawn watching her with ancient, kn...
Lily adjusted her sparkly purple sunglasses and peeked around the corner. She was on a very important mission. In her backyard fort, she was the greatest **spy** in the whole world...
Maya's palms were sweating as she clutched her iPhone, the screen showing eleven unread texts from her best friend begging her to come to Tyler's pool party. She'd already spent fo...
Maya stumbled into third period AP Bio looking like something that had crawled out of a grave. Three hours of sleep would do that to you. Thanks, calculus exam. "Dude, you're oper...
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Every morning, Elena lined them up in military precision: the B-complex for energy she never felt, the D for the seasonal affective disorder her therapist swore she had, and the om...
The pool at the Marriott was empty at 3 AM, which was exactly what Marcus needed. He'd been **swimming** laps for an hour, his body moving through the chlorinated water with mechan...
I run every morning at five, pounding the pavement until my lungs burn, trying to outrun the pyramid scheme I sold to hundreds of desperate people. My father - a bear of a man who ...