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Maya's palms were practically dripping as she stood against the gym wall. This was it — homecoming, the night everyone talked about for weeks. She'd spent two hours on her hair, sp...
The lightning cracked across the sky just as Maya's padel racket connected with the ball, sending it soaring over the net in a perfect lob. Her opponent, Jake — varsity jacket wear...
Maya dragged herself through the front door feeling like a total zombie. Three nights of binge-watching shows until 3 AM will do that to you. The cable bill was gonna be legendary ...
I'd been running on zombie mode all week—dead inside, functioning on autopilot, surviving on caffeine and spite. Friday finally hit, and honestly? I was ready to peace out from eve...
The orange sunset bled across the sky as I stood at the edge of the pool, clutching my iPhone like it might somehow save me from this moment. My stupid baseball hat was pulled low,...
Marcus collapsed onto his bedroom floor, limbs splayed like a starfish that'd given up on life. Three hours of AP Chem homework would do that to you. His phone buzzed — another not...
Maya stood in the middle of the Orange Grove, the one place behind school where nobody went unless they were skipping fourth period or hiding from something. She'd done both. The c...
Marcus stared at his bedroom mirror, adjusting his dad's vintage fedora for the third time. The hat smelled like old cedar and questionable decisions, but it was his armor. Tonight...
Maya's first house party was equal parts terrifying and electric. Her best friend Jax had promised it would be chill—just a few people from sophomore year hanging out at Tyler's pl...
The fluorescent lights of the padel court reflected in my sweaty glasses as I whiffed another serve. Again. "My grandma moves faster, and she literally has a hip replacement," Jak...
The worst thing about working at your uncle's farm for the summer? No service. Like, actually none. Maya's iPhone had been dead for three hours—she'd forgotten her charging cable a...
Maya's phone buzzed on her nightstand, the screen illuminating her dark bedroom with a notification from someone she used to call her best friend. Three weeks of ghosting, and now ...