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Maya's iphone lay facedown on her bathroom counter, its screen glowing with the unread notification that had been haunting her all week. Dakota had posted a photo of the track team...
Maya's dad had been dropping baseball puns for three straight days. "This is your time to step up to the plate," he'd said at breakfast. "Don't strike out on this opportunity." Sh...
The pool party invitation had been sitting in Maya's inbox for three days. She'd been staring at it like it was a bomb, which honestly, for someone with her social anxiety, it basi...
Marcus wiped his palms on his jeans for the third time. Dark streaks appeared on the denim, evidence that this was actually happening. "You're not gonna ride the bull, are you?" J...
Marcus stood in front of his bathroom mirror for twenty minutes, hair-gelling his curls into submission. Tonight was the night. The varsity baseball game. And he was finally going ...
The social pyramid of Northwood High had me somewhere near the bottom, probably between the kids who ate lunch in the library and the ones who wore socks with sandals. But tonight,...
The charging cable was fraying at the ends, exposing copper like tiny, desperate veins. Leo, 15, had been twisting it into position for three weeks now—diagonally, slightly elevate...
Maya felt like a zombie walking through her high school's crowded hallways—exhausted, brain half-fried from AP chem, moving on autopilot toward her locker. Until she saw him. Tyler...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stared at the Jacksons' backyard. The **pool** glittered like broken glass under the July sun, already packed with half the sophomore class. She...
The brim of my baseball hat pulled low, I shuffled through the hallway like a zombie—dead inside, surviving on three hours of sleep and an iced coffee that had stopped working hour...
Jordan clicked through Kai's story for the third time that hour. Same filter, same aesthetic lunch shot, same weird caption about "new chapters." Something was off. Kai had been di...
Jordan adjusted the vintage fedora she'd spent thirty minutes styling perfectly. This was it—the first real party of sophomore year, and she was finally going to talk to Maya, the ...