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Maya's cat Barnaby was judging her again. The orange tabby sat on her desk, tail flicking with what looked suspiciously like feline sarcasm as she stared at her phone. "You gonna ...
Marcus stood on the padel court, sweat plastering his hair to his forehead while everyone watched. Again. His phone buzzed in his pocket — seventh time this practice. "You good, b...
Mateo's palms were sweating through his batting gloves. Again. Third time this week, and definitely not because of the humidity. "You good, bro?" called Isaiah from the mound, spi...
I was basically being a **spy**. Hiding behind the snack table at Tyler's pool party, pretending to be intensely fascinated by a bag of chips. Meanwhile, my crush was across the de...
The sky looked like it was about to throw up any second — all bruised purple and sickly green. Perfect. Just perfect for my first house party ever. I stood on the porch, heart poun...
Maya's fedora was basically her personality at this point. Grandma's vintage find that screamed "I'm quirky and I don't care what anyone thinks" — except she totally cared. That ha...
Marcus stood at the plate, the bat feeling like a dead weight in his sweaty hands. The entire baseball stadium seemed to hold its breath—or maybe that was just his own lungs refusi...
I never thought my life would turn into a weird indie movie, but there I was—seventh inning stretch, varsity baseball game, and my grandma's ancient goldfish floating in its bowl o...
Maya's mom had convinced her that the summer party would be "good for her social development," which was basically adult-speak for "you've been in your room playing video games all...
I was in full zombie mode—hoodie up, headphones on, shuffling through the rec center like the walking dead. Friday night and here I was, dragged to this stupid padel clinic because...
Maya's brain swam like a goldfish in a bowl—that's what her mom called it anyway. Thirty seconds of focus, then *bloop*, something shiny floated by and she was gone. Which explaine...
The lunch table at Westwood High was like the sphinx — ancient, unmoving, and full of mysteries I couldn't solve. Especially the mystery of why Chloe Patterson sat there every day,...