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Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her **iphone** like a lifeline. The screen displayed eight likes on her post from twenty minutes ago—pr...
Maya found the hat in the back of her mom's closet, wedged between a box of old photos and a forgotten papaya-scented candle from 2008. It was ridiculous — velvet, pointy, with seq...
I was basically a zombie that September. Junior year had hit me like a freight train—AP classes, baseball tryouts at 6 AM, and the looming social pyramid of Riverdale High where va...
Maya's hands were shaking as she gripped the padel racket, her palms slick with that special kind of sweat only teenagers get when everyone's watching. The regional tournament. The...
Maya's sneakers slapped against the pavement as she rounded the corner, her breath hitching in that way it does when you've been running longer than your lungs agreed to. Cross cou...
I was literally dying. Like, actually dying. Cross country practice at Miller's Pond, and Coach Martinez had us doing intervals while my brain was still back in the cafeteria deali...
Leo stood in center field, his orange hair practically glowing under the Friday night lights. The guys called him 'fox'—partly for the hair, partly because he was sneaky fast when ...
Maya's basement was where we went when we didn't want to be found. That night, it was just me, her, and a dying **goldfish** doing lazy circles in a bowl on the carpet. The fish wa...
Maya stood in James's kitchen, clutching the papaya like it was a grenade. Her mom had shoved it into her hands before the party, saying, "At least eat something real, not just tho...
Maya's mom called her new haircut "professional," which was basically code for "please the college admissions board." She'd chopped six inches of dark curls that had taken three ye...
The HDMI cable was frayed at the ends, the kind of janky setup only four broke high schoolers would accept. Friday nights at Marcus's house were sacred — the one time we could rot ...
Maya's palm was basically a waterfall. Which, gross, but also totally justified considering she was about to do the most terrifying thing in her sixteen years of existence. "You g...