The Fox at Midnight
The baseball diamond was empty at midnight, which was exactly the point. Maya's cleats dug into the dirt as she started running, her breath coming in sharp bursts. This was her sec...
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The baseball diamond was empty at midnight, which was exactly the point. Maya's cleats dug into the dirt as she started running, her breath coming in sharp bursts. This was her sec...
The chlorine stung my eyes as I hovered by the **palm** tree, clutching my red solo cup like it was a lifeline. Tyler's pool party raged around me—seniors splashing in the **water*...
The invitation said 'pool party' but Maya's brain heard 'social suicide.' She stood at the edge of the concrete, clutching her phone like a lifeline, watching classmates cannonball...
I was crushing the anxiety gummies like they were actual **vitamin** supplements instead of basically overpriced candy. Mom swore they'd help with the "jitters" before my first var...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her red solo cup like it was a lifeline. The graduation party was in full swing — seniors laughing, music bumping, someone doing canno...
The chlorine stung my eyes as I surfaced, gasping. Marcus's pool party raged above me, muffled by the **water**, but I stayed under. Anything to avoid explaining why I was fully cl...
The padel court smelled like expensive rubber and desperation. I adjusted my grip on the racket, my palms sweating through the headband I'd definitely over-thought wearing. "You g...
Mikey's palms were sweating. Again. He wiped them on his jeans, probably for the tenth time since lunch, and stared across the cafeteria at Jordan—the new girl who'd moved here fro...
I stood at the edge of the padel court, clutching a borrowed racquet like it might explode. The popular kids—Lila, Jake, and their perfectly matched squad—laughed at something Jake...
Moving to North Carolina two weeks before junior year was basically a social death sentence. I'd spent the first week doom-scrolling through everyone's Instagram stories, feeling l...
The zombie apocalypse wasn't coming from outside. It was already here, scrolling through TikTok at 2 AM, my face bathed in the cold blue light of my iPhone. I was Maya, and I was d...
Maya's serve smashed into the padel court fence with a satisfying THWACK, but her teammates didn't even notice. They were too busy fixing their hair and posting stories about how '...