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Maya adjusted the brim of her dad's old baseball **hat**, pulling it low over her eyes. The disguise was ridiculous — obviously — but she needed it. She was on a mission. From her...
My palms were sweating so much I could practically water plants with them. Which was ironic, considering where I was standing. "You gonna buy that smoothie or just hold it all day...
The pool shimmered like liquid Jolly Rancher, blue and artificially perfect in Jenny's backyard. I stood behind the partially closed sliding glass door, feeling like the world's mo...
The baseball team's end-of-season pool party at Chloe's house was supposed to be legendary. But Maya stood at the edge, her stomach doing backflips. She'd made varsity as a sophomo...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate. Again. She'd spent forty-five minutes with the straightener, but Portland humidity had other plans. Her natural curls were making a comeback—one a...
Marcus stood on the baseball diamond, cleats digging into red dirt as the summer heat wave made everything shimmer. His best friend Sasha sat in the dugout, fiddling with something...
My sneakers were screaming. Not literally—though at mile six of my first cross-country practice, my brain was too fried to tell the difference. I'd somehow convinced myself that jo...
Marcus stood in front of his bathroom mirror, psyching himself up. Today was the day—he'd finally talk to Maya, the junior varsity **swimming** captain who sat behind him in AP Bio...
Jordan pulled the bucket hat down lower. Like, way lower. Basically covering their entire face at this point. Which was exactly the point. "You good, bro?" Marcus asked, already k...
Maya's iPhone buzzed with the third notification from her mom in twenty minutes: 'U ok? Haven't moved in 45 mins.' She groaned and shoved it deeper into her hoodie pocket. At sixte...
The **pool** glowed like a radioactive blue jello cup, exactly the kind of TikTok-vibes party that Maya's anxiety had nightmares about. She stood at the edge of the deck in her ove...
Maya's laptop died at 2:47 PM — exactly fourteen minutes before her Computer Club presentation. The charging cable had been fraying for weeks, a neon-orange disaster waiting to hap...