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My iPhone had definitely developed a ghost. Or worse — my mom had finally cracked my password and was living her best life through my texts. "Barnaby, who's been on my phone?" I a...
Maya stood at the edge of the community pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. Three months ago, she'd have been the first one in, doing cannonballs and challenging anyone to a...
Jordan's orange jersey stood out like a beacon in the sea of navy blue at the baseball stadium. First varsity game, first time sitting with the popular kids, first time regretting ...
Maya's first week at Northwood High felt like being trapped in some ancient Egyptian maze. Everyone moved in packs, speaking a language she hadn't learned yet. Who sat where at lun...
Maya's fingers hovered over her iPhone, the group chat blowing up with countdowns to the championship game. Three minutes until she'd have to pretend she cared about baseball. "Yo...
Maya's hair was doing that thing again—frizzing up like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket. She tugged her baseball cap lower, hoping nobody would notice the disaster h...
The orange slice hit me right in the forehead. Like, actually hit me. "Bro, you were supposed to catch that," Marcus laughed, scrambling over the chain-link fence like the worst t...
The bathroom mirror showed exactly what I expected: another day of blending in. My brown hair hung limp and boring, just like my social life. While other kids were thriving in high...
Maya stared at the pyramid of rejected parking lot passes on her nightstand—freshman year's monument to social invisibility. Each pass represented another Friday night spent watchi...
The polyester bear suit smelled like every birthday party since 2019. Which, honestly, wasn't great. "You're up, Bear," Chelsea said, barely looking up from her phone. She called ...
Mateo adjusted his baseball cap, trying to look like he belonged on the varsity team. In reality, he was a freshman benchwarmer who'd played exactly three innings all season. That'...
The party was dead and I was the only **zombie** walking through it. Maya's house thumped with bass that vibrated in my chest, but I felt like I was moving through syrup—just going...