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I sat in the bleachers, pretending to care about the **baseball** game while my best **friend** Maya nudged my shoulder for the twentieth time. "You're staring at him again," she ...
Maya's new fringe was a disaster. She'd tried to cut it herself after watching seventeen YouTube tutorials, but now she looked like a confused poodle. Her mom had dropped her off a...
Maya stood behind the counter of her aunt's wellness shop, pushing another bottle of neon-orange **vitamin** supplements across the glass surface. The customer, a woman in expensiv...
The stadium lights blazed above as I sat alone in the bleachers, my iPhone burning a hole in my pocket. Every thirty seconds, I'd check it—still no reply to my text from three hour...
The padel court smelled like old rubber and teenage desperation. I stood there gripping my racket like my life depended on it, which honestly felt kinda true when Madison was watch...
Marcus tugged at his bright orange jersey, feeling like a human traffic cone. The East High baseball team had won these jerseys in a raffle — literally the only reason they were we...
Maya's palms sweated against her **iphone** as she stood against the wall, watching the party unfold like some choreographed disaster. The social **pyramid** was painfully obvious:...
Maya dragged herself into third period feeling like a straight-up zombie. Three hours of sleep because her Fortnite squad kept pushing for "one more Victory Royale" would do that t...
Maya's hair was supposed to be sunset purple. Instead, it looked like a grape exploded on her head. "This is fine," she lied to her reflection, yanking her beanie down. "Totally f...
Three days of total radio silence from Jordan, and I was spiraling. I sat cross-legged on my bedroom floor, dramatically staring at my goldfish like it held the answers to the univ...
The cable dangled from the wall like a dead snake, its exposed wire glinting under the lake house's fluorescent lights. Three of us stood there, assessing the damage. Marcus pointe...
Marcus's dad kept saying he'd be varsity baseball material by sophomore year. That's like, the biggest lie ever told. Marcus couldn't hit a beach ball with a tennis racket, let alo...