The Last Runner
Summer meant three things: no alarm clock, hanging at the pool, and my dad making me help with his cable installation business. I was sixteen, needed cash for concert tickets, and ...
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Summer meant three things: no alarm clock, hanging at the pool, and my dad making me help with his cable installation business. I was sixteen, needed cash for concert tickets, and ...
Maya's orange hair felt like a beacon screaming "look at me" as she hovered at the edge of Kyle's basement party. She'd dyed it yesterday, impulse decision after another fight with...
Marcus thought he was being smooth, a total ninja in his conquest to win over Jasmine, the shortstop with the rocket arm and the smile that made his brain malfunction. He'd spent t...
Maya's iPhone died at 11:47 PM - exactly when Tyler finally noticed her existence. Of course. Because the universe had a personal vendetta against her social life. "You got a cab...
I hadn't planned on spending my first Saturday as a sophomore marching down Main Street with green slime dripping from my chin, but here we were. The Pet Emporium's grand opening ...
Maya's legs burned as she kept running, the cross-country trail stretching ahead like her future—uncertain but filled with possibility. At sixteen, everything felt like this: breat...
Maya stood at the edge of the beach party, solo cup in hand, watching Zach—the guy she'd been crushing on since freshman year—laughing with Chloe by the bonfire. Typical Friday nig...
Maya's summer wasn't supposed to be like this. But here she was, friday night at Tyler's massive house party, feeling like a complete **zombie** after three days of AP summer homew...
Kai's fingers hovered over the UNFOLLOW button for the third time that night. Maya had been ghosting him since the cafeteria incident—when she'd literally turned her back mid-sente...
The hat was ridiculous. A neon pink trucker hat that screamed 'I'm trying too hard' from across the parking lot, but Maya adjusted it anyway, checking her reflection in the car win...
Maya's hands shook as she adjusted the orange bucket hat on her head. It was the kind of bold fashion move that confident people made, not girls who spent freshman year sitting in ...
Alex stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the snapback backward because that's what the cool kids did. Or at least, that's what TikTok said. Summer had been supposed to be the g...