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The worst thing about third period wasn't the pop quiz on chapters we never read. It was the spinach. From the breakfast burrito Maya had convinced me was "basically health food." ...
The air tasted like ozone and impending disaster. "You're actually going through with this?" Maya asked, her voice barely rising above the distant rumble. She clutched her phone l...
Maya felt like a zombie. Three consecutive nights of studying for AP Euro finals would do that to you. Her eyes burned, her brain felt like it had been replaced with Wikipedia arti...
The basement smelled like Mountain Dew and desperation—classic Friday night at Marcus's. I was wedged between a beanbag that had seen better decades and Derek, who I'd been lowkey ...
Maya had perfected the art of the cafeteria spy mission. She'd sit at her usual corner table, ostensibly studying AP Bio, while secretly observing The Fox Den—that's what everyone ...
Leo adjusted his binoculars from the safety of his second-story bedroom, the afternoon sun glinting off the Chandler's massive swimming pool below. His mom called it creepy. He cal...
The bathroom counter looked like a crime scene. Orange everywhere—on the sink, on my favorite hoodie, somehow even on the ceiling. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, willing ...
Marcus stood by the sliding glass door, clutching his red solo cup like it was a lifeline. The pool party was in full swing—kids from sophomore year he'd never actually talked to w...
The orange sat in my palm like a radioactive warning sign. My stomach twisted harder than the knot in my padel racket strings. First day at the club, and everyone already knew ever...
Maya stood at the bottom of the cafeteria's social pyramid, clutching her tray like a shield. She knew exactly where she ranked in the hierarchy: somewhere between the kids who sat...
The orange lava lamp cast weird wobbly shadows across Maya's bedroom walls as she stared at her reflection. The dress was too much. It screamed look at me, and Maya had spent sixte...
Marcus stood in the park, his golden retriever Buster tugging at the leash, clutching a duffel bag filled with 'miracle wellness packs'—basically overpriced vitamins his cousin swo...