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Jordan's cleats dug into the dirt, third base looming ahead like a judgmental teacher. The baseball field was supposed to be his domain—Varsity sophomore, already being scouted—but...
Maya's hands shook so hard she almost dropped her phone for the third time. The screen litened with notifications—party invites, group chats, people asking if she was coming to Jak...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even saw the pool. Another Saturday at the rec center, another day of pretending I wasn't completely out of my depth socially. Then I saw her. ...
Maya pulled her dad's oversized beanie down over her ears, a flimsy shield against the basement party's thumping bass. Sixteen and still allergic to social situations, she clutched...
The bear onesie wasn't my first choice for homecoming week, but when your best friend Maya discovers her mom's old maternity costume from when she worked at that hospital-themed PR...
Maya's palms were sweating — literally dripping — as she stood in the doorway of Jason's house party. She'd spent forty-five minutes on her hair, another thirty picking an outfit t...
Maya trudged through the hallway feeling like a zombie after staying up until 3am doomscrolling. First day of sophomore year and she'd already spilled coffee on her favorite vintag...
Standing at the edge of the pool with my flamingo float deflated around my ankles like a dead pink bird, I watched Jordan—the reason I'd even come to this party—laugh at something ...
Mateo's thumbs hovered over his iPhone screen, heart racing like he'd just sprinted a mile. The group chat was blowing up. 'U coming 2 the courts?' 'Dude reserves fill FAST' 'YOUR...
Maya's mom stood in the doorway, holding out the orange bottle like it was a peace offering. "You forgot your **vitamin** again. Can't have you getting sick before finals." Maya ...
Maya collapsed onto her bed, Diesel—her ancient, farting **cat**—immediately claiming her stomach as his personal throne. The AP Bio textbook lay open, pages blurring together as s...
Maya's heart hammered against her ribs as she stepped through the chain-link gate, the chlorine scent of the neighborhood pool hitting her like a wall. She'd spent forty-five minut...