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Marcus stood at home plate, his sweaty palms gripping the bat like his life depended on it. His dad was watching from the bleachers, same spot he'd occupied every Saturday since Ma...
The hat brim pulled low, I stood at the edge of Taylor's pool party like I'd stumbled into the wrong dimension. Taylor, reigning queen of sophomore year, was serving papaya slices ...
Maya's phone screen glowed in the darkness of her room. Jenna's latest post showed her with new friends, everyone laughing at some inside joke Maya didn't understand. Bubbles the g...
Friday night at Jake's house, and I'm practically a walking zombie from three weeks of retail hell. Summer's draining away faster than my bank account, and somehow I'm still not re...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her orange soda like a lifeline. The end-of-summer party raged around her—laughing sophomores, blasting music, and somewhere, Jake fro...
The hat sat on my dashboard like a judgmental creature—one of those vintage fedoras that belonged to my grandpa. I'd only worn it once, and Maya had said it looked "distinctly felo...
Maya floated through 7th period study hall like a zombie, her brain entirely fried from three consecutive nights of doomscrolling until 3 AM. She was operating on autopilot, surviv...
Maya's iphone was the first thing to die, somewhere between the trailhead and the clearing where they'd agreed to set up camp. "No signal anyway," said Leo, dropping his pack. "C...
Marcus stood on the mound, sweat dripping down his forehead like he was standing under a faucet instead of on the baseball field. His heart was doing that thing again—fluttering li...
Maya's phone buzzed in her pocket. Another Instagram story from the party she was actually at. The **iphone** felt heavy in her hand as she stood by the snack table, scrolling thro...
Maya's palms were sweating—literally dripping onto her phone screen as she scrolled through the party invite. "You're going," Zoey said, not asking. "You've been cooped up since th...
Zoe felt like a zombie. Three weeks at summer camp without her iphone was supposed to be character-building, but mostly it just felt like emotional torture. No tiktok, no instagram...