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The baseball field stretched before me like a judgment panel. I could feel everyone's eyes on me—especially Maya's from the bleachers. I was supposed to be the star pitcher, the gu...
I never meant to be that girl—the one who secretly documented everything like a low-rent private investigator. But when you're fifteen and socially anxious, your iPhone becomes bot...
Marcus stood at the edge of the padel court, clutching the borrowed racquet like it might bite him. The court smelled like rubber and expensive cologne. "You got this, bro!" Liam ...
Marcus sat alone in left field, glove absently smacking against his thigh while his iPhone buzzed with ignored notifications. The coach had benched him after what happened — what e...
Maya's orange converse scuffed against the driveway as she clutched her phone like a lifeline. Her first real party. At Jessica's house. Where Tyler would be. Inside, the air smel...
Maya stood at the edge of the **pool**, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The popular kids were already doing cannonballs, their laughter bouncing off the concrete. Jordan's hou...
Maya's thumb hovered over the post button. Her profile pic—that perfectly filtered shot where her hair cascaded like she'd just stepped out of a salon instead of her messy bathroom...
The chlorine stung my nose as I stepped onto the pool deck, heart hammering against my ribs. Freshman year, and somehow I'd let Maya talk me into trying out for the cheer squad's h...
Marcus stood in the checkout line at Trader Joe's, clutching a papaya like it was a grenade. Behind him, his older sister Jade scrolled through her phone, barely looking up. "You ...
Maya pressed her back against the concession stand, clutching her phone like it was a top-secret device. Being a spy wasn't exactly how she'd planned to spend her Friday night, but...
Maya's cousin's graduation party felt like a zombie apocalypse. Everyone stumbled around, eyes glazed, thumbs glued to phones, occasionally grunting responses. Maya lasted twelve m...
The zombie apocalypse could wait. Right now, Maya had bigger problems. Her face, illuminated by monitor glow, stared back at her—the dreaded Buffer Wheel of Doom spinning like a c...