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The last thing I expected to find behind the baseball backstop was a fox. I'd been having the kind of day where my iPhone felt like an extension of my hand—doomscrolling through e...
Maya clutched her orange soda like a shield, the condensation dripping onto her trembling fingers. The annual block party. Every summer. Same scenario: Maya sitting poolside, fully...
The air at Lake Pine summer camp always smelled like sunscreen and impending disaster. Lila stood at the dock's edge, her heart hammering against her ribs like it was trying to esc...
The July sun beat down on Miller's Pond like it had a personal vendetta against my social life. I stood at the edge, board shorts suddenly feeling way too revealing, clutching my p...
The orange sunset bled into the Pacific as I sat on the edge of the boardwalk, clutching my phone like a lifeline. Three percent battery. Classic. 'You're not gonna make it,' a vo...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad her iPhone kept slipping. She wiped them on her jeans for the third time, staring at the house where Tyler's party was already bumping. This was i...
Maya's phone lit up her dark bedroom like a sudden strike of lightning. 2:47 AM. She shouldn't be awake, but the sophomore spring formal was in three days and her dress situation w...
The YMCA pool deck smelled like chlorine and teen insecurity. Max stood there, towel wrapped around his waist like a security blanket, while everyone else seemed totally comfortabl...
Marcus stood by the snack table, solo cup filled with flat soda, watching Maya laugh across the room. This was it — his chance to finally talk to her after months of ''accidentally...
Two weeks after Jordan dumped me via three-line text, I'd perfected the art of zombie mode. Show up to school, move through classes like I'm animated by sheer spite, collapse into ...
Marcus stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at the catastrophe that was supposed to be a fade. His mom had taken him to some discount salon, and now he looked like a shee...
I walked into the cafeteria with what I thought was supreme confidence. New hair cut short and spiked with way too much gel. New hoodie, fresh from the mall. This was it — the day ...