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Marcus stood at the plate, bat trembling in his hands like a dying leaf. The summer humidity stuck his jersey to his back, and somewhere beyond the blinding stadium lights, he coul...
Maya's sneakers slammed against the track, each footfall a reminder that she was dead last again. Running was supposed to be her thing—her dad had been a star athlete, her coach ke...
The first day of sophomore year at Ridgewood High, and Maya was already regretting her life choices. Specifically, the ridiculous oversized bucket hat her aunt swore was "peak vint...
Maya's hands were literally shaking as she stood in front of Kai's bathroom mirror. The party downstairs was bumping—she could hear bass vibrating through the floorboards—and she w...
Maya pulled her beanie down lower, practically disappearing into the oversized hat. First high school party. Worst idea ever. "You look like you're hiding from a sphinx," said a v...
Marcus stood at home plate, the **baseball** bat feeling slick in his sweating palms. Sixth inning. Two outs. Bases loaded. The entire school was watching—or at least that's how it...
The carnival lights flickered against the orange sunset as Maya stood before the mechanical bull, her heart hammering harder than the bass from the nearby speakers. Jordan was watc...
The orange swim trunks were my mom's idea. "They bring out your eyes," she'd said, dumping the neon package into my backpack like it was normal for a fourteen-year-old to look like...
Maya's palms were sweating, and she was three houses away from Sarah's party. Of course. The one party Leo would be at, and her nervous system was already betraying her. She checke...
My hair was doing that thing again — that weird flip-out at the ends that made me look like I'd just rolled out of bed. Which I had, but that wasn't the point. Today was the Zombie...
The pool house was stifling, windows fogged from too many bodies and the summer humidity. Maya pressed her cold water bottle against her neck, trying to look casual. This was suppo...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating. She wiped them on her cutoffs for the third time, staring at the bonfire crackling ahead. The Friday night beach party. The thi...