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The bass thumped through Jax's beach house, vibrating the floorboards. Sixteen-year-old Leo pressed himself against the wall, nursing a lukewarm soda while watching everyone else l...
Maya's iPhone was practically glued to her hand at Jenna's party. Fifth time checking Instagram in ten minutes—nobody had posted. Great. Everyone inside was having the time of thei...
Maya's phone buzzed with another group chat invite to Jake's party — her third rejection this month. She stared at her ceiling fan, feeling like the absolute **zombie** everyone sa...
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Marcus stood at home plate, the bat feeling heavier than it should. The bases were loaded. Bottom of the ninth. Summer league baseball wasn't supposed to feel like this—like his en...
Maya stood against the garage wall, watching the party unfold like a slow-motion train wreck. Everyone moved like zombies—glazed eyes, synchronized swaying, thumbs glued to screens...
My orange hair was already fading from the chlorine, but that wasn't why I felt like a goldfish in a bowl. It was Maya Chen standing by the diving board, looking like she owned the...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her orange towel like a lifeline. The end-of-summer bash raged around her—music thumping, kids cannonballing, someone doing keg stands...
The bathroom mirror showed a stranger. Green hair. Not cool, minty pastel green either — we're talking radioactive, glowing-in-the-dark, nuclear-waste-spill green. My attempt to lo...
Maya's legs burned as she rounded the corner, her lungs screaming like they were full of that gross canned spinach her abuela kept pushing on her. "Es bueno para tus músculos, mija...
Maya's hair was supposed to be fire-red, the kind that screamed 'I don't care what anyone thinks.' Instead, it turned out a weird neon **orange** that made her look like a traffic ...
Maya stood in the school cafeteria, clutching her lunchbox like a lifeline. Senior year was supposed to be different—she was supposed to be different. But here she was, hiding her ...