Lightning in the Ninth Inning
Marcus's palms were sweating so bad he could practically water-ski with his hands. Which was unfortunate, considering he was currently gripping a baseball bat while half the junior...
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Marcus's palms were sweating so bad he could practically water-ski with his hands. Which was unfortunate, considering he was currently gripping a baseball bat while half the junior...
The dog—Barnaby, my mom's rescue terrier mix—watched me with what I swear was judgment as I practiced my sales pitch in the mirror. It was July, the air conditioning was broken, an...
Maya stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, clutching her emergency vitamin C supplements like they were magical charisma pills. Tonight was Emma's party—her first actual high s...
Jordan's pet goldfish, Admiral Bubbleworth III, floated near the glass of his bowl, staring at Jordan with what looked suspiciously like judgment. "You're going, right?" Jordan wh...
Maya's cafeteria tray wobbled as she scanned the packed lunch room, her heart doing that annoying flutter thing it always did when Liam was within a fifty-foot radius. Which he was...
Maya felt like a **zombie** after finals week—three days of TikTok, Red Bull, and sporadic naps had turned her brain into actual mush. But tonight was different. Kai's beach party ...
My hair was having a straight-up existential crisis. Eighth period outdoor ed, and thanks to Oregon's legendary humidity, my brown curls had expanded into a frizz cloud the size of...
Maya's stomach did that awful flippy thing as she stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her papaya smoothie like it was a lifeline. The invite said "bring your swimsuit an...
The pyramid showed up in my living room on a Tuesday. I'd come home from track practice, my palms still sweating from that awkward moment with Maya in the hallway—you know the typ...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, finger hovering over the painful cold sore on her upper lip. Her phone buzzed on the counter — someone had posted a TikTok dub...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her red Solo cup like it was a lifeline. Her curls were already frizzing in the humidity—three hours of straightening, completel...
The July heat was relentless, but Maya had something to prove. At fourteen, she'd convinced herself that learning to play padel—the sport all the popular kids played—would finally ...