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Maya's cracked iPhone screen glowed in the dim light of her bedroom, displaying another perfectly curated feed. She swallowed the vitamin C gummy her mom left on her desk—supposedl...
The lightning flashed like a strobe light at a middle school dance, turning my bedroom into a pulsating disco of shadows. I couldn't sleep anyway – my phone had been blowing up wit...
The old Mustang sat in Leo's driveway like a sleeping beast, its oxidized red paint earning it the nickname "The Fox" three summers ago. Before senior year happened. Before everyth...
The chlorine hit Maya's nose before she even stepped through the gate. Another Saturday, another pool party where she'd spend two hours holding the same plastic cup of melted ice w...
The pool party was already mid-swing when Maya arrived, fashionably late but feeling tragically uncool. She'd spent forty-five minutes on her eyeliner alone, only for humidity to b...
Marcus stood in front of the bathroom mirror, watching his attempt at a confident expression crumble into something between constipated and terrified. Tomorrow was the first day of...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she literally had to wipe them on her denim shorts before grabbing the pool gate latch. First party of sophomore year, and she was finally on the ...
I was on a serious **spy** mission. Well, as serious as it gets when you're fifteen and your entire espionage career consists of lurking by the apartment complex **pool** with sung...
Maya stared at her reflection in the gym bathroom, fingers yanking at her copper hair. Again. "You ready, Fox?" Chloe called from outside the stall. The nickname hit like it alwa...
The baseball field baked in August heat as Leo sat on the bleachers, his dad's faded cap pulled low. First day of high school tryouts, and he'd already managed to rip his favorite ...
Maya's first day at Ridgeview High felt like walking into a movie she hadn't auditioned for. The hallways stretched forever, filled with groups that seemed like exclusive clubs she...
I spent fourteen years on the diamond. Baseball was my thing—my identity, my social currency, the one thing that made me feel like I wasn't just the quiet kid in the back of algebr...