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The baseball cap wasn't even mine—it was my dad's, from some corporate softball tournament in the nineties. Bright orange, with a faded logo I'd rubbed my thumb across a thousand t...
Maya's bedroom felt like a tomb sometimes, which was fitting given the giant papier-mâché sphinx head glowering from her desk. Mr. Harrison's World History final project loomed ove...
Marcus's friend Javi had been acting weird all week—stumbling through the halls like a zombie, eyes half-closed, responding to everything with a low groan. But Marcus knew the trut...
Maya's locker wouldn't open. Again. Third time this week, and the hallway was already packed with kids trying to look like they weren't trying. She yanked the handle, but her vinta...
My dad's baseball cap collection lined the shelf above my bed—twenty-seven caps, each representing a dream he'd once had for me. Baseball player, basketball star, soccer champion. ...
Marcus stood at the edge of the woods, his heart pounding like a bass drop at homecoming. The annual Redwood Ridge tradition was supposed to be legendary—seniors **running** throug...
Marcus sat in the lifeguard chair at Splash Zone, dipping his toes in the pool water during his break. The chlorine smell was basically his cologne at this point. "Yo Marcus!" He...
Leo's dad's old snapback hat sat crooked on his head, shielding eyes that refused to meet anyone's gaze. Three weeks at Northwood High, and he was still the new kid. Still invisibl...
I felt like a literal zombie. Not the cool, dramatic kind from Netflix shows—the pathetic, stumbling, barely-functional kind that hadn't slept since Wednesday. "Earth to Maya," Le...
My dad called them 'insurance policies'—the handful of vitamin supplements he made me take every morning. But everyone at school knew them as 'Marco's weird ritual.' I was fifteen,...
The pool party was already lit when Maya arrived, chlorine and expensive perfume hanging heavy in the August **water**. She clutched her phone like a lifeline, the charging **cable...
The house party was exactly what Maya's social battery didn't need. Someone's parents were out of town, naturally, and the entire sophomore class had decided to descend upon this u...