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Maya's phone buzzed with the invite to Jake's pool party—the social event of the season before freshman year. Her stomach did that familiar flip thing. Being the new girl sucked, e...
The neon sign flickered. VITALITY JUICE BAR. Maya smoothed her cable-knit sweater—ninety degrees out, but she needed the armor. First week on the job, and she still felt like an im...
Maya's hair was doing that thing again—frizzing up like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket, which honestly, wasn't far from the truth. The charging cable had been fight...
The goldfish bowl sat on my desk like a glass judgment. Goldie stared at me through the distorted curve, her orange scales shimmering in the light from my iPhone screen. "You forg...
The cable was supposed to be fixed an hour ago. Instead, I was staring at a frozen screen where the baseball game should be, stuck on some pixelated image of a pitcher mid-throw. ...
My phone died at 7:42 PM—literally the worst timing ever. Maya's sweet sixteen was in full swing, and I was standing by the snack table like a total loser, clutching my dead iPhone...
Marcus never thought his summer job as a lifeguard would turn him into a detective. But there he was, perched on his stand beside the apartment complex pool, watching Mrs. Gable's ...
Leo stood in right field, glove dangling from his hand like a dead thing. The baseball diamond stretched before him—green grass that was supposed to feel like home but felt like pe...
Maya's hair wasn't cooperating. Again. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to perfect the messy waves her favorite influencer had rocked in her latest TikTok, but instead she loo...
Maya's hair wasn't cooperating. Again. The humidity had turned her normally sleek curls into a frizzy halo, and she adjusted her orange headband for the third time, fingers trembli...
Maya dragged herself through the school hallway feeling like a zombie after staying up until 3 AM scrolling through TikTok. Her phone buzzed — group chat blowing up about the weeke...
Maya's fingers trembled as she julienned the papaya, knife glinting under fluorescent restaurant lights. Her dad's new fusion place opened in two days, and the pressure was crushin...