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Maya's iphone trembled in her hand as she zoomed in on Kayla's Instagram story. There, frozen on the screen, was proof: Kayla and Tyler at Miller's Creek, the water rippling around...
Jordan smoothed the brim of their dad's vintage fedora, hoping it screamed 'effortlessly cool' instead of 'desperate freshman.' The house party already thumped with bass that vibra...
My best friend since third grade stood in my bedroom holding a bag of organic spinach like it was contraband. "Dude, you have to try this smoothie. It changed my life." I eyed Jor...
Leo's thumb hovered over the Instagram notification. Another group selfie from the party he hadn't been invited to. His iPhone screen glowed in his dark room, illuminating the half...
Maya clutched her iphone like a lifeline, the screen glowing with notifications she'd already checked twelve times. Around her, the pool party erupted in chaos—cannonball splashes,...
The old teddy bear sat wedged between my cleats and gym bag, its one button eye staring judgmentally at me. I'd promised myself I'd toss Mr. Whiskers freshman year, but here I was,...
The Monday morning zombie walk through Westwood High's hallway was practically an Olympic sport by second period. I was operating on three hours of sleep—thank you, Sunday night ex...
The padel courts at Willow Creek Country Club might as well have been a different planet. Maya stood at the fence, her frayed Con-verse looking like a foreign artifact amid everyon...
Maya's palms were practically dripping as she stood at the edge of Jake's pool party, clutching her red solo cup like it was a lifeline. She'd spent three hours straightening her h...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could barely grip the red Solo cup. This was it—her first real high school party, and she was currently hovering near the snack table like a ...
6:00 AM and I'm basically a zombie. Again. Mom shakes me awake for swim practice, but my brain's still buffering. I drag myself to the pool where the early morning light hits the w...
The party felt like a zombie apocalypse, except with better lighting and way more spiked punch. I stood near the snack table, nursing a flat soda, feeling spectacularly out of plac...