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Eleanor's fingers trembled as they lifted the weathered hat from the cedar chest. Fifty years ago, Arthur had worn it the day he proposed, its brim bent from nervous energy. Now, i...
Lily loved running through her backyard on golden afternoons. Her bare feet pattered against the warm grass as she pretended to escape from imaginary dragons and race toward hidden...
Maya pressed her back against the lockers, phone clutched like a grenade. Three years she'd spent mastering the art of being invisible, sliding through Northwood High like a ghost ...
Maya's hair was doing that weird frizzy thing it always did when she stressed, and tonight? Maximum stress. The Spring Fling was three hours away and she was pretty sure she had sp...
Maya stood in front of her bathroom mirror, scissors trembling in her hand. The long brown waves she'd spent years growing out fell in chunks around her feet. Her mom would freak. ...
The pool shimmered like liquid diamond, but Maya stood frozen at the edge, her oversized hat pulled low over her eyes. This was supposed to be the party of the summer, but she felt...
Oliver was a small fox with fur the color of autumn leaves. He loved everything about the forest—chasing butterflies through tall grass, napping in sunbeams that peeked through the...
Leo stood in center field, clutching his glove like a shield. The orange sunset bled across the sky, matching the crush he'd been harboring for Maya since seventh grade. Meanwhile,...
Maya's hair had always been her security blanket—long, dark, and perpetually messy in that way that somehow looked intentional. Or at least that's what her best friend forever, Chl...
I felt like a **zombie** stumbling into Chloe's backyard, my brain fried from overthinking everything. The jocks were doing cannonballs into the **pool**, sending **water** everywh...
Cameron's orange sunset-stained hair made him stick out like a highlighter in a grayscale sketch. That's what his sister said anyway, before she ditched him at the baseball stadium...
The pyramid sat on her desk—a glass paperweight her mother bought in Egypt, light catching its facets, casting small rainbows on the quarterly reports she should have been reading....