Rippler

For the record, chocolate’s a pretty decent antidote for unrequited love.

Then like gravity, or maybe like magnets, our lips met again because they had to. And in that touch it felt like I was buried treasure he’d crossed seven seas to claim. I couldn’t feel the edges of my own body anymore; I was melting into his.

Even if the truth is dark, there’s still beauty in knowing it at last.

I’ve been trying to figure something out. Why on earth would your ponytail stick straight out from your head?

The screaming was the first clue that I’d turned invisible again. Above the steady roar of the river, my teammates shouted: some with paddles flailing, others

hadn’t even known if it was real or if I was losing my grip on sanity. But now, surrounded by people who looked

As Coach explained his version of the day’s events to Dad and Sylvia on the brick drive of our house, Will finally decided to acknowledge me.