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Maya stood at the edge of the backyard party, nursing her lukewarm soda like it was the only thing keeping her anchored to reality. Two weeks into sophomore year and she still felt...
Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, gripping her racquet like a lifeline. Third day at sleepaway camp, and somehow she'd already been roped into tournament doubles with Leo—...
My first week at Oak Creek Academy and I already committed social suicide. There was actual **spinach** wedged between my front teeth while I smiled at Leo, the cute junior who'd i...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his red solo cup like a lifeline. The seniors had formed their usual human pyramid in the deep end—Jackson at the top, obviously, be...
Maya's iphone buzzed for the third time in sixty seconds. Her fingers trembled as she tapped the screen. Still nothing from Jordan. Just Jenna posting another story with him at lun...
The carnival goldfish sat in its plastic bag on the passenger seat of Maya's beat-up Honda, judging me. Its name was Bartholomew, because Maya insisted on giving everything ridicul...
Maya's dad was literally the cable guy, which should've made her the queen of binge-watching. Instead, it just meant everyone expected free Wi-Fi whenever their parents cancelled t...
My summer was going to be epic—until Dad cut the cable. Literally. Snipped the coaxial cable right out of the wall with wire cutters like he was defusing a bomb. "No more rotting ...
Marcus adjusted the brim of his vintage trucker hat—the one his dad called 'ironically cool' but what Marcus mostly called 'security blanket.' The house party already felt like a m...
Marcus stood in right field, the baseball glove feeling like a dead weight on his hand. The summer sun baked the back of his neck, and somewhere in the distance, the neighborhood p...
Maya stared at the tangled mess of cables behind the TV, each one a ghost of who they used to be. HDMI from movie nights. The charger cord from endless FaceTime calls that stretche...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The summer party was in full swing—someone's playlist blasting, that one guy from chemistry doing cannonbal...