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Maya's heart hammered against her ribs as she scrambled down the grassy slope behind the rec center. Rain plastered her hair to her forehead, but none of that mattered. Her iphone ...
Maya's iphone buzzed on her nightstand, screen lighting up with another text from the group chat. pool party at Jay's, his parents are gone the whole weekend. u coming? She stared...
The neon orange padel ball bounced off the back wall, missing my racket by like, three inches. My face burned hotter than the summer sun beating down on the court. "Nice try, rook...
Maya's iPhone screen glowed with pyramid scheme after pyramid scheme flooding the group chat. The Baseball Team Group Chat—where she'd somehow ended up despite never touching a bat...
Maya stood against the wall at Chloe's house party, clutching her iPhone like a lifeline. The battery was at 4%, and no amount of willing it to stay alive would change that. Typica...
The summer before sophomore year, Marco decided to throw the pool party to end all pool parties. I stood by the snack table, clutching a red plastic cup, pretending I wasn't intern...
Maya regretted the blue hair dye immediately. Like, immediately. What was supposed to be "subtle teal highlights" turned out more "toxic waste spill." She spent twenty minutes in f...
The pool party at Jessica's house was supposed to be lit, but Maya stood at the edge of the deck in her oversized t-shirt, clutching her towel like a shield. Everyone else was alre...
Marcus sat in the back of Mr. Henderson's art class, his sketchbook open to yet another failed drawing of a sphinx. It looked like a cat with a human face that had seen better days...
Maya's first day at Riverside High felt like walking into a reality show where everyone else knew the script. She clutched her orange—her nervous habit since fourth grade—and praye...
The baseball fields behind Jake's house were supposed to be empty at midnight. That was the plan, anyway. Pool party, no parents, questionable music choices courtesy of someone's i...
Marcus sat on the bench, his iPhone screen glowing in the darkness of the dugout. 2:47 AM. He'd been doomscrolling for three hours, watching everyone else's highlight reels while h...