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Maya's mom had joined another pyramid scheme. This time it was those organic skincare MLMs, and now their kitchen counter was overflowed with overpriced mango butter and papaya enz...
Mateo's summer job at the country club was supposed to be easy—watching the front desk, occasionally answering phones, definitely not crushing on the girl who played padel every Tu...
The orange sunset reflected across the pool's surface, turning the water into liquid gold. Maya stood at the edge of her first real high school party, clutching a red solo cup like...
Marcus clutched his iPhone like it was the only thing keeping him anchored to reality. The device was his shield, his excuse, his literal lifeline in a world where everyone else se...
Maya dragged herself through the front door at 3:47 PM, eyes burning from six hours of scrolling through her phone in bed. She was operating at like, fifteen percent battery—total ...
The first day at Royal Palms Country Club, I lied about knowing how to play **padel**. Blame the humidity, or maybe the way Tyler's abs looked when he peeled off his shirt—suddenly...
I looked like a straight-up zombie. No joke—three nights of falling down Instagram rabbit holes until 3 AM will do that to you. My eyes had that special dead-inside quality, and I ...
The sphinx statue behind the baseball backstop had seen better decades. Its limestone face was weathered down, one ear completely gone, but everyone at Northwood High knew its lege...
Maya's palms were literally sweating through her jeans as she sat across from Tyler at the cafeteria's corner table. This was it—her chance to escape the bottom layer of Miller Hig...
Maya's *friend* Kai had been acting weird all week. Like, ghosting-her-texts weird, which was insane because they'd been practically inseparable since seventh grade. Now juniors in...
I was a certified zombie by third period AP Chem. Like, actually undead. Three hours of sleep because Mr. Harrison decided to assign a lab report AND study guide the same night? Cr...
The orange slices floated in the punch bowl like forgotten hopes. Emma stood at the edge of the Jenkins' above-ground pool, clutching a red plastic cup, heart hammering like a trap...