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Maya's palms were literally sweating as she stood outside the beach house, bass vibrating through the wooden deck. Inside, Jake—the senior who'd been in her AP Bio class since fore...
Maya stared at her pet goldfish swimming in endless circles around his bowl. 'At least you don't have to go to school tomorrow, Finneas,' she whispered. The goldfish ignored her, t...
The spinach incident happened three minutes before meeting Bella at the padel court. I'd been chewing gum like crazy, trying to look chill, but when I smiled at my reflection in th...
Max stood at the edge of the padel court, gripping his racquet like it might bolt any second. The blue surface gleamed under the gym lights, and somewhere beyond the glass wall, th...
Maya's vintage trucker hat sat backwards on her head, a crown of denim and foam she refused to take off even during sophomore PE. It was her armor against the pyramid of social hie...
The social pyramid at Northwood High had Marcus at the bottom, crumbling foundation and all. Sophomore year, he'd mastered the art of being invisible—hoodie up, headphones on, movi...
The invitation said 'pool party,' but apparently, my hair had other plans. I'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame my curls—something about humidity and frizz that no amount o...
Maya's hands shook as she clicked the cap off her vitamin C supplement. The bright orange gummy stared back at her like it knew exactly what she was about to do. "You're seriously...
Leo stood before the bathroom mirror, his reflection staring back like a stranger. The haircut his sister talked him into—something she called "textured and modern"—made him look l...
Monday morning hit me like I'd been dead for three days. Which, technically, wasn't far off—I'd spent the entire weekend crushing Overwatch until 4 AM both nights. I was basically ...
The goldfish had been staring at me with its dead fish eye for three weeks when my sister Jade announced she was moving out. "You're taking Zeus?" I asked, staring at the pathetic...
The text from Marcus hung there like static between radio stations: *u coming to padel?*\n\nI stared at my reflection in the black mirror of my phone. On my bed lay the cable — coa...