Marisol’s voice was flat and defeated. I nearly swallowed my tongue. It’d been twenty-four hours since I called Fletcher out at the My Little Pony LIVE! concert. And I’d come to my Lamaze class—where my friends were actin...
But this potato salad rocks.” When I looked up from the salmon I was grilling, Candace’s husband, Brian, was standing before me with a plate heaped so high I wondered how he was managing to hold it with one hand. “Aw, Bri. You’re finally admitting that I am s...
My stepsisters are little twits, and my stepmother treats me like I’m totally unwelcome here. I’ve written and rewritten at least a dozen letters to Gabe since being here, but I keep chickening out on my way to the mailbox. Every time I talk to my mom on the phone, she says that Gabe is getting a...