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I was sprawled on my bed doom-scrolling when my phone lit up with Maya's text: "Come over. Emergency." I grabbed my bike and pedaled like my life depended on it, because Maya's e...
I wasn't supposed to be at Tyler's pool party. Definitely wasn't supposed to be hiding behind the garden shed like some creeper, but my best friend Maya dared me. She said I needed...
Maya's phone died at 11:47 PM. Not ran out of battery, died-dead — the coaxial cable her dad had jury-rigged after the storm finally gave up the ghost. No WiFi, no streaming, no sc...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be chill, but my stomach was doing backflips. I stood by the edge of the **water**, clutching my phone like it was a life raft, whil...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tugging at her hair for the tenth time that morning. The curls were doing that thing again — that weird half-frizz, half-defined wave that sc...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The water shimmered with that perfect blue that only existed in Instagram posts, and inside, everyone looke...
Marcus stood at home plate, baseball bat clenched in sweaty palms. The entire freshman class was watching—well, mostly Chloe was watching. She sat in the bleachers, her purple hair...
The cable dangled precariously over the edge of the diving board, Maya's lifeline to civilization. 2% battery. She had maybe ten minutes before her social life officially ended. "...
Maya's iPhone buzzed in her hand, but she didn't look. She was too busy trying not to embarrass herself during her first week at the fancy country club her parents had joined. At f...
The cable had snapped again. Third time this week. I stared up at the massive bundle of wires dangling from the telephone pole like some angry electronic Medusa, while Mrs. Gable a...
The backward **hat** was Jaylen's armor. Worn just so, brim flipped up, it said I don't care without him having to actually say it. But standing at the edge of the **pool** at Tyle...
Maya's hair was doing that thing again — every curl reaching toward the ceiling like little electric tendrils, a whole head of lightning gone wrong. She caught her reflection in he...