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The sky outside the gym looked like bruised fruit, purple and angry across the horizon. Maya leaned against the bleachers, thumb fighting with her iPhone screen, refreshing Instagr...
Maya's graduation cap sat crooked on her head, the tassel swinging like a pendulum counting down her dignity. The class pool party raged around her—music thumping, kids shrieking, ...
The text from Maya lit up my iPhone like a tiny supernova: "金字塔 party @ Emma's. U coming?" I stared at the screen, thumbs hovering. Pyramid. Because Emma's Egyptian-themed birthda...
Maya's orange hoodie was basically a security blanket at this point. Third period lunch, the most socially hazardous time of day, and she was posted against the lockers like a frea...
Marcus's fitted baseball hat was pulled so low it practically touched his eyelashes. Classic avoidance maneuver. "You good, bro?" Ty asked, already knowing the answer. "Yeah. J...
Maya felt like a goldfish in a bowl—always watching, never really part of anything. She'd been the new girl at Northwood High for three months, and her social life was basically a ...
My fedora was basically a second skin by freshman year. Mom called it my security blanket. She wasn't wrong. "You're going to Sam's party, right?" Leo asked while we sat by the co...
Maya's mom kept calling her zombie-eyed from staying up too late, but tonight she actually had an excuse. Halloween at Jackson's house—the party that'd make or break your social st...
The mounted bull head in Coach Miller's office watched me like a judge, its glass eyes reflecting my pathetic attempt at an excuse. "Baseball isn't just a game, Marcus. It's your l...
My social life is basically a pyramid scheme where I'm the guy at the bottom holding the cardboard sign. While the elites at Northwood High are busy curating their aesthetic and pl...
The summer I turned fifteen, my dog Barnaby and I developed a routine. We'd wake up at dawn, grab my baseball glove from where it sat gathering dust on the porch, and start running...
Maya's heart hammered like it always did when she was running, but today the rhythm felt different — heavier, like the weight of the decision she'd made sitting in her bathroom cab...