Palm Readings & Pixelated Screens
Maya's phone lay face-up in the sand, the screen displaying a terrifying spiderweb of cracks. Her entire life—years of memories, three thousand photos, every conversation with her ...
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Maya's phone lay face-up in the sand, the screen displaying a terrifying spiderweb of cracks. Her entire life—years of memories, three thousand photos, every conversation with her ...
Maya's phone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. Her best friend Kai was live-streaming from the varsity baseball game, and everyone was commenting on how cute Tyler looked ...
Maya stared at the lunchroom, that terrifying social **pyramid** where the popular kids sat at the apex and everyone else fought for the lower layers. She clutched her bottle of **...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The Friday night pool party was in full swing—literally. Everyone from sophomore year seemed to be there, s...
The water in Maya's pool glittered like diamonds, but I couldn't appreciate it. Not with Jenna here, holding court with the popular kids like she'd been queen bee since kindergarte...
Marcus's life changed the day he tried to be smooth and ended up with spinach in his teeth. He was fifteen, a sophomore, and currently dying inside because senior Maya—the most gor...
The country club's padel courts gleamed under the July sun like expensive jewelry I couldn't afford. My cousin Chloe had talked me into this summer clinic, claiming it was the perf...
I stared into the bathroom mirror, clippers buzzing in my sweating hand. One impulse decision later, and clumps of my once-perfect brown hair were swirling down the sink drain. Eve...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. First house party of sophomore year, and she was currently hiding behind a ridiculously tall potted...
Marcus wasn't supposed to be at the pool party. He definitely wasn't supposed to be hiding behind the storage shed, basically spying on Chloe and her friends like some total creep....
Maya's vintage fedora wasn't just a hat—it was her armor against the world. At fourteen, when everything felt exposed and awkward, the hat gave her somewhere to hide. Then came Ch...
The vitamin gummy bounced off my forehead, landing somewhere on my bed sheets. "Take your supplements, Marcus," my mom called from the hallway. "Growth spurt won't wait forever." ...