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Maya's iphone had been dead for exactly forty-seven minutes when her phone signal followed suit. Great. Now she was stranded at some campground in the middle of nowhere with her fa...
The country club parking lot felt like walking into the lion's den, except the lions were wearing Lacoste polos and the den smelled like expensive sunscreen. Emma smoothed her borr...
Cat's palms were literally sweating through her ripped black fishnets as she stood at the edge of the pool party. The water rippled with perfect Instagram aesthetic, reflecting str...
The first time I saw him, he was sitting on the **baseball** dugout wearing a shirt that said 'cool story, bro' in unironic Helvetica. I was supposed to be at varsity practice — my...
The orange sunset painted the pool deck in gold as I adjusted my hat, trying to look cool but probably failing. Eighth grade had just ended, and I was finally invited to Chloe's pa...
Maya stood outside Jessica's house, heart hammering like crazy. Her first real party. The invite had said "wear something cute," so she'd spent forty minutes on her eyeliner, but n...
I stood frozen at the edge of the diamond, heart pounding like a bass drum. The summer camp championship game hung in the balance—runners on first and second, two outs, bottom of t...
Maya's palm wouldn't stop sweating. Like, actually embarrassing levels of sweating. She gripped her padel racquet anyway, trying to look casual as Jackson—the sophomore whose Insta...
Maya pulled the vintage fedora down lower over her eyes, the brim casting a shadow across her face. The hat had seemed like a good idea at the thrift store—distinctive, artistic, m...
Leo's palms were sweating—like, actually dripping onto his phone screen—as he stared at the text message. "Party at my place tonight. BYOB. Be there or be square." He was fourteen...
Maya's cleats dug into the dirt behind the abandoned cable building, her secret spot. The rusted cable box leaned against the wall like a forgotten monument, perfect for storing he...
The invitation had been sitting on my nightstand for three days. Sarah Chen's pool party. The Sarah Chen, whose Instagram stories looked like a filtered dream life. I'd been practi...