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The bass from Jordan's sound system thumped against my chest as I leaned against the kitchen counter, nursing a flat Coke. My best friend Maya kept glancing toward the living room ...
Marcus stood at the edge of the diamond, his orange cleats burning like embers against the chalk. practice had ended an hour ago, but he'd stayed, pretending to work on his swing w...
Max pulled his **hat** down lower, brim shielding eyes that'd been practicing the perfect blend of bored and unbothered in the mirror for twenty minutes. Junior year was supposed t...
I yanked the brim of my dad's vintage baseball hat lower, practically disappearing into its shadow. Another day of navigating the hallways like a zombie—dead inside, going through ...
The fedora was a mistake. I knew it the second I walked into Kyle's basement party, but there was no going back now. At 16, I thought a thrift store hat would make me mysterious. I...
Maya's summer was supposed to be about getting her driver's license and maybe finally talking to Jake, who played shortstop and had that really specific kind of athletic confidence...
The goldfish carcass floated in the bowl like a tiny orange disappointment. Three days. That's how long I'd kept it alive before my sophomore year officially began. "You need to g...
Maya's thumbs flew across her iPhone screen, double-tapping Instagram posts like her life depended on it. She was supposed to be watching Jake play padel—that tennis-ish sport all ...
I slip out the back door, the cold morning air biting through my thin hoodie. The entire house is asleep, but my mind's been racing since 2 AM when I saw her post—Fox in her new va...
Maya smoothed the brim of her brother's snapback for the fiftieth time, trying to channel confident-TikTok-girl energy. In reality, she was a十六-year-old mess sweating through her v...
Maya's first day at Northwood High felt like walking into a pyramid scheme she hadn't signed up for. The social hierarchy was crystal clear: the varsity jacket crew at the top, the...
I lay on my bed doom-scrolling through Instagram, my calico cat Mochi sprawled across my legs like a furry obstacle course. For the past week, I'd been lowkey spying on Riley's pro...