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The text hadn't even loaded properly when Maya's iphone slipped from her chlorine-wrinkled fingers. Splash. Straight into the deep end of the community pool where she'd been workin...
Marcus felt like a total spy, crouched behind the cafeteria's recycling bin, phone clutched in his sweaty palm. He was technically just waiting for track practice to start, but rea...
The party was already dead when Maya got there. She could tell from the way the bass didn't even rattle the windows, just this pathetic thud-thud like a heartbeat giving up. She cl...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, wishing she could disappear. Her normally shoulder-length hair now stood in a lopsided pyramid shape on top of her head – the ...
Marcus stood in front of his open locker, staring at the Tupperware container like it was about to explode. His pre-workout smoothie—the color of radioactive sludge—was supposed to...
Riley's summer wasn't supposed to go like this. Her dad had signed her up for summer league baseball—because what fifteen-year-old doesn't want to spend their July sweating through...
Marcus stood outside Jenna's house, heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. His **palm**s were so sweaty he could barely grip the cold **orange** soda he'd been nursi...
Maya's phone buzzed with three texts from Jordan: *party @ 8. u coming??* She stared at her reflection, checking for the third time. The spinach from dinner wasn't stuck in her te...
I was literally running for my life, which wasn't even the most embarrassing part. The most embarrassing part was that I was wearing my lucky baseball socks—the ones with the littl...
The mid-July heat already had my **hair** plastered to my forehead before I even stepped onto the **padel** court. Jake was there, leaning against the fence like he owned the place...
Maya stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. The top hat—a desperate attempt at being quirky for sophomore orientation—tilted dangerously sideways. Her mom's voice echoed in her ...
Maya felt like a social zombie, shuffling around the perimeter of Jenna's backyard pool party while everyone else seemed to actually be living. The cool kids clustered by the divin...