Avocados and Ambulances – by Sarah Elise Pettigrew

Listening to Morgan playing through her pieces, I began to feel that familiar jealousy creepy into my stomach.

The Weight of My Own Voice – by Finnian Burnett

“We saw you look,” the girls’ voices echo in my head as I run out of school, all the way home, panting and crying by the time I reach the front door and, “Boys don’t go to dances with fat girls,” my dad tells me.

Upstream – by Ramona Eloise

When I was fourteen—no, thirteen (gee, maybe even earlier?), the chronic pain began.