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Skandar and Bobby moved closer to the Hatchery door inch by inch. To Skandar’s relief, they didn’t ..
March 5, 1973, Daly City, California I’m late. I’ve got to finish the dishes on time, otherwise ..
Georgia’s death row is in a prison outside of Jackson, a remote town in a rural part of the state. ..
WHERE’S Papa going with that ax?” said Fern to her mother as they were setting the table ..
It had happened the year Bronze turned five. He’d been swept from his bed in the middle of the night ..
If people were houses, Lola Celina, my grandmother, would be a hot-pink Painted Lady-one of those fancy ..
My friends call me “Red”, and you can, too. But for a long time people in the neighborhood have called ..
The smoking star lit the night sky as women wept, holding their babies close. Men kept quiet while the old and the weak ..
Most people in America cannot pronounce my name. On the first day at my new school, my teacher, Mrs. ..
You know how in Bollywood movies, people sing and dance on mountaintops when they’re in love? I wonder ..
Girl Lily Jo is not my name. Yet. But I’m working on that. That’s why I’m in the closet. ..
At the end of that summer, my dad got a job as an assistant fryer at a Chinese restaurant in California. ..
A long time ago, in a certain place in Africa, a small village lay across a river and half a day’s ..
One Kiana Roubini It’s no fun riding to school with Stepmonster–not with Chauncey screaming ..
CHAPTER 1 Now that I’ve found the way to fly, which direction should I go into the night? My wings ..
Rose was sitting at the table in the little log house on Rocky Ridge Farm, finishing a letter to Grandma ..
1 Jasmine I’m a month away from starting my junior year of high school, and I just found out my father ..
My mother is a bird. This isn’t like some William Faulkner stream-of-consciousness metaphorical ..
Nadine and I are sitting crossed-legged on my bedroom floor, chewing grape gum and making friendship ..
“There it is!” Charlotte leaned against the deck railing, the wind whipping her honey-brown ..
Chapter One THE ARCANA IS SILENT. I stare at the small silver tuning fork, nestled among the jewels scattered ..
1. And You Wonder Why We Get Called the Weird Watsons It was one of those super-duper-cold Saturdays. ..