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Maya's palms were sweating—like, actually dripping—as she gripped her iPhone under the desk. Mr. Henderson was droning on about quadratic equations, but her brain was stuck on some...
The country club smelled like money and sunscreen. I tugged at my collar, already sweating through my polo. Mom said I had to come. Dad's boss was hosting this thing, and apparentl...
The ethernet cable lay disconnected on my floor like a dead snake, another victim of Dad's "home improvement" weekend. No WiFi meant no texting Kai, the cute junior who'd actually ...
Maya's bedroom ceiling glowed with the light of her phone at 2:47 AM, which honestly felt like the natural habitat for a fifteen-year-old whose brain wouldn't shut up. Her orange t...
My palms were practically Niagara Falls as I clutched my iPhone, heart hammering against my ribs like it was trying to break free. Live streaming. Me. The girl who once passed out ...
Jordan stared in the bathroom mirror, horrified by the hair disaster staring back. What was supposed to be a subtle trim had turned into a tragic, lopsided mess. The TikTok tutoria...
The spinach was stuck in my teeth. Again. I'd been chewing on the same green leaf for three minutes while Maya droned on about her backhand slice at padel practice. My iPhone buzz...
The baseball dugout smelled like—well, like teenager, locker room, and that distinct metallic tang that follows you everywhere during softball season. I checked my phone again. No ...
Maya had spent forty-five minutes perfecting her hair—slicking down the frizz, curling the ends exactly right. Her best friend since seventh grade, Jax, waited on her bed, scrollin...
Kai stood in the supplement aisle, clutching the bottle like it contraband. Vitamin D3, 5000 IU. Just a supplement, but his palms were sweating through his hoodie. "You find every...
Leo's mom thrust the bottle toward him every morning like it was the only thing standing between him and certain death. "Your *vitamin*. For your... everything." He'd dry-swallow...
Maya's cousin Enrique had worn his straw cowboy hat to the lake party, which was peak cringe energy, honestly. The hat bobbed above the crowd like a lost tumbleweed in a world of N...