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The papaya incident started everything. I'd brought one to lunch because my mom's on this tropical fruit kick, and of course Jared—captain of the baseball team, walking god of soph...
Maya's freshman year at Creekwood High was going about as well as you'd expect — she was invisible, surviving geometry, and counting down days until summer. Then came the announcem...
Maya's iPhone clutched in her hand like a security blanket, the screen illuminating her face with the familiar blue glow that had become her constant companion. She was thirteen, s...
Maya pulled her bucket hat lower, practically disappearing inside it. The oversized brim had become her armor—first day of padel camp, first mistake. "You're gonna love it," her m...
Marcus stood behind the concession stand at Miller Field, spinning a sogy pretzel with one hand while adjusting his branded cap with the other. Summer job, his dad had called it. C...
Marcus dropped the tangled mess of coaxial cable onto the grass, sweat plastering his faded NASA shirt to his back. Third week of his first summer job, and he still felt like he wa...
Jordan's epic gaming livestream was about to launch—literally three minutes out—and the ethernet cable was dead. Not kinda dead, but completely ghosted. The router blinked with tha...
Maya's phone buzzed with an incoming FaceTime. Lex. "You're not gonna believe this," Lex said, their hair a masterpiece of purple chaos. "Party at Tyler's tonight. You coming?" M...
Maya's hair was already frizzing in the July heat, and she'd been at Tyler's pool party for exactly twelve minutes. This was it. The moment she'd been overthinking all week: actual...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood outside Jake's house, clutching her phone like a lifeline. Her first real party. The one everyone would be talking about on Monday. She ch...
I'd been hiding near the tangled cable behind the TV stand, scrolling through my phone while bass thumped from the backyard. Maya's legendary end-of-summer party raged without me, ...
Maya was already regretting agreeing to the End of Summer Bash before she even left her house. The hat her mom made her wear — some vintage thing with actual flowers — was making h...