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Marcus stood at the plate, the baseball bat feeling like a lead pipe in his sweaty hands. The summer heat radiated off the pavement, and he could practically hear everyone's though...
The pool party was everything Maya dreaded. Jenna's Instagram stories had been hyping it for weeks—**iphone** glowing in Maya's face every time she opened the app, promises of the ...
I'd been functioning on zombie mode for three days straight. Finals week will do that to you—turn you into something that technically looks human but is definitely running on autop...
The community pool smelled like chlorine and bad decisions, which honestly described most of Friday nights in our town. I stood there, clutching my solo cup like it was a lifeline,...
Maya dragged her backpack across the bedroom floor, dodging the **cable** spaghetti behind her desk. Another summer of streaming everything on her phone had left her feeling like a...
Maya's pink hair frizzed like cotton candy left out in the rain as she sprinted down the hallway, clutching her iPhone like a lifeline. "You're NOT gonna believe what just happen...
Maya's palms were sweating. Actually sweating. She wiped them on her jean shorts for the third time, watching Kai laugh at something across the backyard. "You good?" Jordan asked...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her shorts, leaving dark streaks on the fabric. Great. First day at the prestigious Palm Valley Country Club and she was alread...
Maya's sweaty palms gripped her cracked iPhone as she scrolled through yet another photo of Chloe's perfect life. The social pyramid at Northwood High had Chloe at the apex—captain...
Marcus stood at the edge of the **baseball** diamond, cleats digging into the dirt he'd known since Little League. But everything felt different now. The team wasn't talking about ...
Maya dragged herself to 7th period AP Bio feeling like a literal zombie. Three hours of sleep will do that to you—especially when you spent them doom-scrolling through photos of Ja...
Marcus stood at the plate, sweat dripping down his temple like he was under a spotlight instead of the merciless June sun. Coach Henderson — a bull of a man with neck muscles that ...