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Maya dragged herself through third period like a zombie, her brain half-functioning on three hours of sleep and an iced coffee that had stopped being cold twenty minutes ago. Senio...
Marcus stood at the plate, the baseball bat feeling like a lead pipe in his sweating hands. The orange sunset painted the sky behind the pitcher, Tyler—who also happened to be the ...
Chloe's shift at Pet Planet should've been chill — just her, the exotic animals, and her secret obsession with the red fox kit in cage 4. She'd named him Rusty even though she wasn...
Maya stared at the kitchen counter, where her “summer glow-up” supplies sat in a tragic pile. The green smoothie recipe from TikTok had promised transformation, but currently, it j...
Maya's fedora hat sat tilted on her head like a question mark she couldn't answer. Freshman year at Creekwood High, and she was already three weeks into the social experiment calle...
The fluorescent lights of FoodMart hummed above me as I stacked papaya in the exotic fruits section. My nametag read 'Hello! I'm Marcus' like anyone actually cared. It was my first...
Maya's hair was supposed to be a subtle auburn highlights situation. Instead, she stared into her bathroom mirror at what could only be described as radioactive traffic cone orange...
Maya stood at the bottom of the cafeteria's social pyramid, watching from her usual corner table as the popular kids ruled from the top. It was like some invisible hierarchy she'd ...
Jordan stands frozen in the outfield, clutching a worn baseball glove like it's some kind of alien artifact. "You got this, Jordan!" someone yells from the dugout, but they absolut...
Leo's hat was basically a shield. If he kept the brim low enough, maybe nobody would notice him standing alone against the fence at Jessica's party. His stomach did that thing wher...
The brim of my baseball hat pulled low over my eyes, I sat alone on the bench, watching everyone else laugh in clusters that felt like exclusive clubs I hadn't been invited to join...
Marcus stood at the plate, baseball bat trembling in his hands like it might vibrate right out of his grip. The entire sophomore class was watching—well, the five people who actual...