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Maya's legs burned as she rounded the track, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Running was supposed to be her escape—the one place where overthinking didn't exist. But today, even...
Maya's hands wouldn't stop shaking. The Flint **Vitamin** Water commercial had been playing on loop in her head for three days—her first real audition, and she was choking. "You g...
Maya's iPhone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. Another Insta story from Jordan's party that she wasn't at. Again. "You good?" Liam asked, tossing a baseball toward her. ...
Mateo's palms were sweating. Again. He wiped them on his shorts, leaving dark streaks on the fabric, but it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was that Luna was walking to...
Maya's iPhone lit up at 2 AM, another ghost notification. Someone was viewing her Snapchat story again and again — the one where she'd accidentally posted herself looking tragic af...
Maya's phone buzzed again. Another notification from @fox—the anonymous account that had been dropping cryptic riddles all over school social media for weeks. The latest post: 'Wha...
The iphone in my back pocket felt like a ticking time bomb. Tyler's annual summer bash. The kind of party that lived on Snapchat stories for weeks afterward. I adjusted my bucket ...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping onto her padel racquet grip, which was gross and also definitely not helping her serve. "You look like a zombie," whispered JJ ...
Maya stood at the gate of Chloe's house, her heart doing that weird fluttery thing that happened whenever Jake Reynolds' name came up in conversation. Which was, like, constantly l...
Maya's phone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. Her iPhone lit up with another notification from the group chat: *party @ jake's tonight. bring $20 for the vitamin water py...
The neon orange glow from the padel court reflected in Maya's phone screen as she crouched behind the equipment shed. She felt ridiculous, honestly—like some low-budget spy in a tw...
The chlorinated water stung my eyes as I surfaced, gasping. Another failed attempt at swimming the full length of the pool. Coach Miller's voice echoed off the tiled walls, but I c...