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My iPhone slipped. Like, actually slipped — straight out of my grip and into the deep end of the community pool, where it now rested at the bottom like a glowing, expensive paperwe...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. Standing outside the community rec center, clutching her dad's old **padel** racket like a lifeline...
Maya's phone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. Another TikTok notification from Jordan—her best friend since kindergarten, who now sat at the popular table and acted like ...
Maya's summer wasn't supposed to involve counterintelligence ops, but here she was, crouched behind a dumpster at 11 PM, clutching a half-eaten papaya she'd snagged from her aunt's...
Maya smoothed her dress for the twentieth time, checking her reflection in the hallway mirror. Her first real party. Jackson Miller's house. The boy she'd been crushing on since al...
My **baseball** cap sat three sizes too big on my head, a desperate attempt to look like I belonged at the party. I adjusted the brim, already sweating through my tank top. The who...
The notification lit up my iphone screen like a spotlight. *POOL PARTY @ MIA'S — 3pm* I stared at my reflection. New swimsuit, check. Hair that actually looked good for once, chec...
The bathroom mirror showed exactly what I'd feared: my new bangs looked like someone had taken a lawn mower to my forehead. I'd given myself a trim at midnight, fueled by three ene...
Maya dragged herself through third period like a zombie, the kind that shuffled through Netflix series she binge-watched until 3 AM on school nights. Her mom had finally threatened...
Leo's hat was basically his security blanket. A black beanie pulled low, covering the forehead acne that had become his personal obsession. At fifteen, this felt like the most impo...
The notification pinged on my iphone right as I'm leaning against the fence, watching Tyler's older brother attempt to wrangle what has to be the most stubborn bull in Riverside Co...
Maya's palm was sweating. Again. She wiped it on her jeans—third time in two minutes—and tried to focus. The cafeteria social pyramid spread before her like some terrifying archit...