“Mom won’t stop bugging me,” Emilie muttered to me on our way from lunch. Just as I’d hoped, she’d barely touched her food. “Like, she...

(Part Two) The next day, as expected, the hallways were buzzing. “What?” “Bulimic?” “Who? Summer? No way.” “No wonder she’s so skinny.”...

(Part One) I knelt in front of the library, tears dripping down my face. My backpack lay on the ground, paper strewn everywhere. I...

I think it was then, watching her mouth moving, a confident half-smile on her face, the teacher’s eyes glistening with pride, that I decided

This month, I've had a lot of fun hosting a writing competition. It was hard choosing the winners, but it was a lot of fun reading each...

Another night, another Game of Thrones marathon with Jarrett. Since the first episode a few days ago, it’s kind of grown on me. Jarret...

It's late, and Jarrett’s texting me. I’m watching reruns of The Bachelor so I don’t have to focus while I’m texting him back. Jarrett:...

I drop my phone on the bed with a huff. Even she could find somebody. Why not me? It’s like every friend I ever have has a boyfriend....

I think about canceling, telling Drew I’m sick or got hurt at the dojo. But something won’t let me do that. I don’t want to lie to him...

I become someone who wears glasses. If that surprised some people, they got used to it quickly. I regularly beat Meg Ingleson—not every...

Read Part 1 here. I wear sunglasses a lot, so it’s not like I’ve never had something perched on my nose and pushing on my ears, but I...

The birds speed across the sky, riding the wind, on their way to find somewhere to spend the night, I guess, to continue their journey...

I’m nervous. First day, and I don’t know anyone. That girl there, she’s probably worked here forever. Look at the way she’s taking charge...

I hung up the phone, cutting off my friend's pleading voice. She was too busy for me, again. I stared into space, wondering if I really...

Read part 1 here. Julia I walked in my house to see my dad home. He sat, watching TV with a beer can in his hand. Three empty cans sat on...

Read part 1 here. Heather I was home, lying on the sofa in the living room beside Grandpa’s room. I could still hear nothing but myself....

Heather Julia Champion had always been my most hated person. Even her name got on my nerves. Her voice was even worse. It was nasally,...

She sits on her bench outside, watching her schoolmates pass her by. She resents them all. They’re all happy, laughing at each other’s...

Two weeks passed, and school began again. Brinley stopped telling her parents who she was spending time with, because, after all, she...

When Brinley came back from her grandparents’ house in Maine, she knew she was a different person. She felt fine, she didn’t need any...