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I'd been running from the truth all semester: I sucked at baseball. Like, actually, embarrassingly bad. But when Jordan Chen— varsity star, holder of my crush since seventh grade— ...
Margaret stood by the lake at dawn, her orange **vitamin** tablet dissolving slowly on her tongue as she had done every morning for forty years. The ritual had started when Arthur ...
Maya stood at the starting line, her neon running shoes glowing against the rubber track. The regional qualifier. She'd been training for this since seventh grade, when she was the...
Every morning at 7 AM sharp, I reach for the little orange bottle on my kitchen counter. The vitamin inside — the same brand my father took for forty years — dissolves slowly under...
Maya's hair always sparkled like tiny stars when she was excited. And tonight, with lightning flashing across the sky outside her window, her hair was glowing brighter than ever. S...
Margaret knelt in her garden, knees popping in protest, and smiled at the stubborn fox that had been raiding her strawberry patch for three consecutive summers. She'd named him Cor...
Luna was a small orange cat who lived by the sea. Every morning, she sat on the rocks, watching the waves crash against the shore. The other cats laughed at her. "Cats don't like ...
The water shimmered like liquid diamond, and somewhere behind me, Maya's voice cut through the humidity like windshield wipers on a dusty car. "You're overthinking it again." I g...
Margaret stood on the back porch, watching seven-year-old Timothy practice his lumbering walk across the lawn. He was dressed in ragged clothes, face painted green, practicing his ...
Arthur sat on the back porch, his morning coffee steaming against the autumn chill, watching six-year-old Emma crouched behind the rhododendrons. She was playing spy again—her gran...
Marcus stood in the breakroom, staring at the papaya on the counter like it was a bomb about to detonate. At forty-seven, he'd learned to recognize the signs of corporate Wellness ...
Leo loved running more than anything in the world. Every morning, he would race the sun to the top of the hill behind his house, his sneakers thumping against the grass like a drum...