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Maya's thumb hovered over the send button, her iPhone screen glowing in the darkness of her bedroom. 3:47 AM. The message was simple—want to hang out?—but her heart was racing like...
The **water** in the Hernandez's infinity pool glittered like someone had spilled a truckload of glitter into it. Maya stood at the edge, clutching her towel like it was a lifeline...
I'm running — literally, my Nikes hitting the pavement in a rhythm that matches my frantic thoughts. Coach Martinez says I've got state qualifier potential, but right now, all I ca...
Maya's iphone lay face-down on her comforter, vibrating for the third time in two minutes. Another group chat avalanche. Probably Brianna posting another gym selfie from the same a...
Maya's lungs burned like she'd swallowed charcoal. Cross country practice at Ridgewood High wasn't supposed to be this brutal, but here she was, dead last again, watching everyone ...
The invitation slid into my DMs like a stealth bomber: pool party at Tyler's house. Seven PM. Bring swimsuit. I stared at my phone, thumbs hovering over the keyboard. Me? At a poo...
The beanie was my shield. Pulled low over my eyes, it said leave me alone without me having to speak the words. I'd been wearing it for three days straight, which was gross, honest...
Maya's fedora was basically her security blanket. The stupid orange hat she'd thrifted on impulse—because apparently that was who she was now—had become her entire personality. At ...
The baseball sat in my glove like a betrayal. I'd been starting pitcher since freshman year, the team's golden boy, but my heart wasn't on the mound anymore. It was somewhere benea...
Maya pressed her back against the cold metal locker, heart hammering like she'd just chugged three energy shots. She was on a mission — practically a straight-up spy operation at t...
Marcus's dad had been dragging him to **baseball** practice since he was six, and by fifteen, he'd mastered the art of looking interested while his mind wandered anywhere else. So ...
The heat radiating off the concrete made everything shimmer, or maybe that was just my anxiety kicking in. I stood at the edge of Lauren's pool party, clutching my towel like it wa...