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Maya's palms were practically dripping as she stood in line for the Sphinx of Secrets — that cheesy haunted maze ride every Instagram influencer had been posting about all week. He...
The community pool job was supposed to be easy money. Instead, I was stuck cleaning the **bear** of a mess from yesterday's birthday party while Tyler—the assistant manager who'd b...
I never thought I'd spend my sixteenth birthday playing spy with Maya and Leo in the abandoned orange grove behind the school, but here we were. Our mission: investigate the weird ...
Maya hated the papayas. Every Thursday after school, she'd stand behind her parents' bodega counter arranging the stupid orange-fleshed fruit while the cool kids from Lincoln High ...
Maya dragged herself through seventh period feeling like a straight-up zombie. Three hours of sleep after doomscrolling until 3 AM on her iPhone will do that to you. Her TikTok fee...
The cable guy had cut our service three days into summer break, which was basically a declaration of war. I was seventeen, freshly ghosted by Tyler, and marathoning zombie shows un...
The social pyramid at Lincoln High had peak charisma at the top (Jason, varsity quarterback) and bottom-feeders like me at the base. Or at least that's what Marcus claimed when he ...
Marcus stood frozen in front of the padel court, his heart doing gymnastics. The popular kids gathered around, laughing at something Jessica said, their racquets slung over shoulde...
Maya's hair was supposed to be sunset red, but the box dye turned it a screaming neon orange that glowed under the cafeteria fluorescent lights. Great. Another thing to make her fe...
Marcus's palms were sweating — again. Classic him, overthinking everything like he'd been doing since seventh grade when he accidentally liked a photo from 2016 while Insta-stalkin...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The popular crew — Jordan, Riley, and their impossibly shiny friend group — lounged on deck chairs, radiati...
Maya's hair had a mind of its own. That's what happened when you spent three hours at the outdoor padel courts in July humidity. She ran a hand through her now-frizzy curls, watchi...