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Maya's palms were sweating through her batting gloves as she stepped into the batter's box. The lightning from the approaching storm flickered like a strobe light, making everythin...
Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, gripping her racquet like a lifeline. The quinceañera party raged behind her — music thumping, tías gossiping, her abuela already asking ...
Maya's fingers hovered over her iPhone screen, the blue light casting shadows across her face in the darkened classroom. The pyramid scheme presentation on the projector—something ...
Leo's first mistake was caring too much. His sister Julia had said "feed the fish once," but he'd decided a vitamin supplement would make them thrive. Now three neon tetras floated...
My palms were sweating so bad I could barely grip the plastic water bottle. Tryouts for the cross country team were in ten minutes, and here I was, chugging this mango-vitamin wate...
Maya felt like a total spy in her own life, watching from the bleachers while the popular crew lived their best existence. Freshman year was supposed to be this whole new chapter, ...
Marcus's dad still called him "Bear" in front of everyone. At sixteen, this was basically social suicide. The nickname had stuck since third grade when Marcus had eaten an entire h...
I felt like a zombie walking through sophomore year—eyes half-open, brain foggy from three hours of sleep and an endless scroll of AP Chem formulas. My mom called it "discipline." ...
The bathroom mirror showed someone I barely recognized—staring back with ORANGE hair that screamed 'look at me' instead of the usual blend-in brown. Mom was gonna lose it, but hone...
Marcus stood at the edge of the padel court, clutching his borrowed racquet like it might explode. The fencing surrounding the court seemed designed specifically to spotlight his i...
Maya's iPhone slipped from her fingers, hitting the pool deck with a sickening crack before splashing into the water. Her life — her photos, her texts, her entire social existence ...
Maya stood in the bathroom of some junior's house she'd barely met, her iphone clutched in one hand, scissors in the other. The party downstairs thumped against the floorboards—muf...