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The ethernet cable lay across my bedroom floor like a dead snake, a constant reminder that my gaming setup was incomplete. Again. Mom had grounded me from buying the fifty-foot cab...
I never should've let Maya drag me to Tyler's pool party. But there I was, lurking in the corner of the deck like I was getting paid to spy on people instead of being a socially aw...
My phone buzzed with the third text in two minutes. 'You coming?' "Yeah," I typed back, though my stomach was doing backflips. First house party of freshman year, and I'd spent f...
Maya felt like a zombie—literally and figuratively. Three hours of sleep after binge-watching until 3 AM will do that to you. She dragged herself to homeroom, hoodie up, hoping to ...
Maya pulled her knees to her chest at the edge of the **pool**, clutching a red plastic cup like it was a lifeline. The water rippled below, reflecting fairy lights and the distort...
Marcus spent his entire fifteenth summer avoiding the pool. That's where everyone from Northwood High gathered—where Tyler flashed his abs, where Jessica laughed too loud, where so...
I was technically running cross country, but mostly I was running away from my dad's expectations. The man had already ordered custom varsity jackets, and I'd been to exactly two p...
Maya felt like a zombie. No, scratch that—zombies had more energy. Between AP Bio cram sessions, her parents' divorce drama, and the constant pressure to be perfect, she was runnin...
Maya's hair had betrayed her. Sometime between third period math and lunch, the humidity had weaponized her normally obedient curls into what could only be described as a frizz pyr...
Maya's knees were literally shaking. First day at the new rec center, and everyone already looked like they belonged in a Nike commercial. She clutched her padel racket like a life...
Marcus stood on the pitcher's mound, cleats digging into the dirt, while the baseball felt like a grenade in his sweating palm. Seventh period PE was basically a social experiment ...
Maya was officially operating on zombie mode. Three consecutive nights of binge-watching The Last of Us will do that to you. She dragged herself through the school hallway, feeling...