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Maya's anxiety was doing jumping jacks in her chest. She'd spent forty-five minutes on her hair—curling it, then straightening it, then curling it again because straight looked lik...
My mom didn't get it. When she handed me that tiny Ziploc bag with Nemo floating inside like a clarinet reed, she said, "Just flush him, honey. He was a good fish." But Nemo deser...
Marcus dragged himself through the hallway, feeling like a total zombie after staying up until 3 AM grinding ranked matches. His eyes burned, and his brain felt like it was running...
Marcus slumped on the couch, controller in hand, staring at the 'YOU DIED' screen for the twelfth time that night. Another zombie apocalypse, another failed mission. He'd promised ...
The summer before sophomore year, me and Marcus — my best friend since we got detention for reenacting the Civil War with ketchup packets — decided we needed money. Badly. His cous...
I was done with running. Literally. Coach Benched had me doing laps until my lungs felt like they'd been scraped with sandpaper, but that wasn't the kind of running I couldn't hand...
Maya's charging cable lay frayed across her bed like a dead snake, another casualty of her anxiety-induced fidgeting. She picked at the exposed wires while staring at herself in th...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, braces glinting under the fluorescent lights. The papaya-spinach smoothie her mom had made for breakfast sat heavy in her stom...
Maya's palms were sweating. She'd been standing against the wall for twenty minutes, holding the same red Solo cup, pretending she wasn't completely terrified. Jordan's basement pa...
Maya's hands were literally shaking when she walked into Jake's house. Her first real high school party, and she'd spent forty minutes curating the perfect 'I'm not trying too hard...
Marcus's dad had it all planned out. Varsity baseball by sophomore year, captain by junior, scholarships rolling in by senior. The legacy – third generation Dons player. Marcus cou...
My phone died at exactly the wrong moment. Naturally. I'd forgotten my charging cable again, and the battery icon had been mocking me all morning with that single red bar. "You go...