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Maya's palms were sweating. Literally sweating. Which was exactly why she couldn't believe she'd let Jessica talk her into visiting that cheesy palm reader at the spring carnival. ...
The last thing I expected to bear witness to at Tyler's end-of-summer blowout was Marcus—yes, Marcus Chen, who'd been my best friend since kindergarten—wearing a bright orange spee...
Maya's bedroom was a shrine to her crush on Kai—well, the corner where she'd taped every orange sticky note she'd ever written him but never had the guts to actually deliver. Sixty...
The worst thing about being a sophomore? Getting assigned the school mascot costume. Which is how I ended up stuffed inside a polyester bear suit at 7 PM on a Friday, my iPhone clu...
I felt like such a creep, basically a professional spy at this point. Every Tuesday and Thursday, I'd strategically position myself behind the tall fern in the corner of Roberto's ...
Maya pulled the brim of her dad's old fedora down lower. The hat smelled like mothballs and desperation, but it was perfect for tonight's mission. She crouched behind the dumpster ...
The pool deck was packed — end-of-summer house party, chaos mode. My iphone buzzed in my pocket like crazy. group chat blowing up about the new padel courts opening downtown, but i...
The first thing Maya noticed when she woke up at 2 PM on Saturday was that she looked like a zombie. Three consecutive nights of binge-watching supernatural dramas until 4 AM will ...
The chlorine stung my eyes as I floated in the Hartmans' pool, pretending to be absorbed in my phone while actually absorbing everything happening around me. This was the last big ...
The community pool buzzed with Friday night energy, chlorine hanging thick in the humid August air. I hovered near the snack bar, my fingers fidgeting with the bottle of neon-orang...
Maya stood in the corner of Jake's basement, clutching a red Solo cup like it was a lifeline. The party was exactly three minutes old, and she was already regretting everything. Wh...
The coaxial **cable** dangled from my ceiling like a dead snake, another reminder that my life was falling apart. Dad's infamous "weekend project" of rewiring the house had been go...