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Lily Johnson was the only kid in third grade with bright purple hair. She'd colored it herself with washable dye because purple was the color of magic, and Lily believed in magic m...
Maya's iphone buzzed against her thigh, jarring her from the padel court trance. She'd been staring at Jake for forty-five straight minutes—his backswing, the way his hair fell whe...
Lily and her golden dog Rusty loved exploring the woods behind their house. One afternoon, they discovered an old, overgrown garden hidden behind a tumbledown fence. "What's that?...
I've been running from everything since seventh grade. My dad's old baseball jersey hangs in my closet like a ghost I can't exorcise, a reminder that I'm supposed to be The Athlete...
Maya's first mistake was agreeing to the dinner party. Her older sister's friends were cooler, older, and definitely the kind of people who knew what papaya tasted like. "So, Maya...
Evelyn sat in her wicker chair, the same one she'd placed by the backyard pool for forty-two summers. At eighty-three, her swimming days had ended, but her watching days had only g...
Martha sat on her porch swing, watching the summer storm gather. At seventy-eight, she'd weathered enough storms to know when to batten the hatches. But this afternoon brought a di...
Evelyn sat on the back porch steps, the morning sun warming her knees. Her garden—once the pride of the neighborhood—now grew mostly in patches and memories. But the spinach still ...
The papaya incident started everything. I was three days into Oak Creek Prep, already drowning in the subtle social warfare of private school hierarchy. My abuela, bless her heart...
Margaret stood at the edge of the swimming pool, its blue surface shimmering like liquid sapphire under the afternoon sun. At seventy-eight, she no longer swam, but she still came ...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically water plants with them. Which was ironic, considering she was currently supposed to be helping her dad at his vitamin shop o...
Marcus's palms were sweating so bad he could practically fill a water bottle. Not the kind of detail you'd put on your party invitation, but definitely the kind that made you want ...