The Fox in the Outfield
Marcus's phone buzzed in his pocket—again. He pulled out his iPhone, thumb hovering over Taylor's text: *u coming or what? everyone's waiting.* He was supposed to be at the baseba...
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Marcus's phone buzzed in his pocket—again. He pulled out his iPhone, thumb hovering over Taylor's text: *u coming or what? everyone's waiting.* He was supposed to be at the baseba...
Leo's phone buzzed against his palm, another snapchat from Maya that he couldn't bring himself to open. The iphone screen glowed in the darkness of his closet sanctuary, showing a ...
The betting pool had reached three hundred dollars. That's how much people had wagered on whether Jordan would actually ask me to homecoming. The odds were 7:1 against. I knew abo...
Maya's thumb hovered over the post button on her iphone. The Instagram caption read "Living my best life ✨" beneath a beach photo from three months ago. Truth was, she hadn't felt ...
Maya's first day at Northwood High felt like walking into a lion's den—except the lions were wearing oversized hoodies and scrolling through TikTok. She'd spent the entire summer ...
The summer before sophomore year, I decided to become someone new. Someone who actually did stuff instead of just watching from behind my iPhone screen. My cousin's resort pool wa...
The fedora hat perched awkwardly on my head felt less like cool vintage fashion and more like a cry for help. I'd spent twenty minutes perfecting the tilt in my bathroom mirror, bu...
Maya stood in the corner of Jake's backyard, clutching her iPhone like a lifeline. The screen showed 47 notifications — none from the people actually at this party. Around her, hal...
The pool water sparkled like someone had dumped a truckload of glitter into it, which honestly wouldn't have surprised me. This was Tyler's house, after all—the same Tyler whose pa...
Maya's chest tightened as she stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. Senior year. This was supposed to be her moment, the summer before college where s...
Marcus's text sat unanswered for three days. Three days of staring at his phone, watching those three little bubbles appear and disappear, until finally—just like that—his best fri...
Maya leaned against the counter of her parents' bodega, watching rain streak down the windows while her phone buzzed with group chat drama she was too tired to decode. Mr. Henderso...