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Marcus's phone buzzed for the third time in Spanish class. Mrs. Gable shot him the look—the one that said she was three seconds away from confiscating it until June. He slid it und...
Maya had mastered the art of the cafeteria **spy** game. Head down, earbuds in (even though nothing was playing), she'd observe the popular table like it was her job. Which, techni...
Maya crouched behind the concession stand, feeling like the world's worst spy. Her phone buzzed in her pocket—another text from Sofia asking where she'd disappeared to during the h...
The **baseball** uniform felt like wearing someone else's skin. Tight in the shoulders, weirdly loose everywhere else. I stood in the outfield, dread pooling in my stomach like tha...
The hat was everything. It had to be. Maya'd spent forty-five minutes perfecting the messy-casual vibe that actually took zero effort but looked like it took zero effort, if you kn...
Maya pressed herself against the gym wall, heart doing backflips. The Homecoming dance thumped around her—pink strobe lights, people grinding to bass-heavy tracks, the smell of che...
Maya existed at the bottom of the sophomore pyramid—invisible, quiet, perfectly fine with blending into the lockers. Until the day her backpack decided to rebel against physics. T...
The pool party raged around me, but I stood frozen at the edge, clutching my towel like a lifeline. Everyone else was already swimming, laughing, splashing — doing normal teenage t...
Lila adjusted her beanie, pulling it low over her forehead like a shield. The hat was her armor—everyone knew that when the hat went on, Lila was not to be approached. Not today. N...
Maya's iphone slipped from her sweaty fingers, hitting the pavement with a sickening crack. Her life—her friends, her crush's latest Instagram story, her entire social existence—go...
I was supposed to be the varsity baseball star. That was the plan, written in stone since freshman year when I accidentally hit a home run at gym class and everyone decided that wa...
The pet store smelled like regret and cedar chips, which honestly wasn't that different from my school's hallway after lunch. I was hiding behind the fish food display, nursing a v...