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The thunder cracked like the universe splitting open, and Maya's hands shook harder than the cheap plastic cup of party punch she was holding. Thunder outside, chaos inside — her f...
The backyard pool shimmered like liquid crystal, every teenage fear reflected in its blue surface. Maya stood at the edge, heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. She...
Maya adjusted her neon **orange** beanie, practically vibrating with anxiety. First day at Northwood High, and she'd already managed to spill an entire tray of lunch. The **spinach...
Maya felt like a zombie. Not the cool, action-movie kind with dramatic eye roll and throaty growl—more like the bleary-eyed, shambling wreck who'd stayed up until 3 AM scrolling th...
I looked like a zombie. No, correction: I felt like a zombie that had been hit by a truck, then resurrected, then hit by another truck. The mirror showed dark circles that could ri...
The bass from Tyler's basement thumped through my sneakers like a second heartbeat. I stood by the snack table, clutching a warm cup of orange soda like it was some kind of emotion...
Maya's fingers trembled as they hovered over the cracked screen of her iPhone 11. No service. Again. The bus rattled along the coastal highway, each bump making her stomach do back...
Maya's summer was supposed to be about swim practice and finally getting noticed by Jake, who somehow made even Speedos look decent. Instead, she found herself at the county fair, ...
Maya checked her iPhone for the forty-seventh time in three minutes. Still nothing from Jake. The party raged around her—cheap pop music, people she'd known since middle school now...
The baseball field behind Miller's Creek had seen better days. Cracked dugout benches, weeds choking the baseline, and a backstop that looked like it'd survived a tornado. But it w...
The resort pool shimmered like something off Instagram, and somewhere in the back of my brain, I knew I should be having the time of my life. But instead, I was stuck behind a pott...
The orange sun hung low over the baseball diamond as I stepped up to plate for the fifth time that game. Fifth time. Zero hits. The guys were probably already scrolling through Tik...