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Marcus felt like a **zombie** as he dragged himself to the community park, still running on three hours of sleep from the Overwatch tournament that had bled into dawn. His mom had ...
Maya's hands wouldn't stop shaking as she adjusted her snapback hat for the third time. The bathroom mirror at Tyler's party reflected someone who looked like her but felt like a t...
Maya pressed her back against the cold locker, heart doing gymnastics. She wasn't cut out for this spy life—she could barely survive eighth period without dissociating, let alone t...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her oversized bucket hat like a shield. The birthday bash of the century—Jasmine's Sweet Sixteen—and she was literally the only person...
The party was exactly the kind of social disaster Maya's anxiety had been warning her about all week. Someone's basement, sticky floors, way too many bodies, and that one guy from ...
The Friday night house party at Maya's place was supposed to be chill. Just the squad, the pool, zero parental supervision for three whole hours. But here I was, leaning against th...
Maya's hair was supposed to be her armor. She'd spent two hours perfecting the beach waves—curling iron, expensive texturizing spray, the whole nine yards. Because today was the da...
The backyard was buzzing—about fifty people from Miller's high school scattered across the lawn, red Solo cups glowing under string lights. Jordan pressed against the back fence, h...
Maya's legs dangled over the edge of the diving board, five feet of terrifying open **water** beneath her. Below, a dozen kids from sophomore year splashed and screamed, their laug...
Maya pulled her baseball cap down low, praying nobody would notice her frizzy hair. Pool parties were basically social warfare, and she'd arrived late—strategic mistake number one....
Maya's hair was supposed to be sun-kissed blonde. Instead, it was orange. Like, aggressively orange. The kind of orange that made little kids point and ask if she'd been swimming i...
The padel court at the country club was basically my personal social pyramid, and I was stuck at the bottom. Literally. My parents had finally caved and signed me up for lessons, h...