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The coaxial cable dangled from the wall like a dead snake, cutting off my Wi-Fi right as Maya finally replied to my DM. My dad's voice echoed from downstairs: "Cable company says f...
Marcus stood at the edge of the baseball diamond, his cleats digging into the dirt like they'd done a thousand times before. But something was different now. His dad's voice echoed...
The carnival booth smelled like desperation and popcorn. 'Step right up! Win a prize!' the carnie shouted, his neon hat glowing under the flickering lights. Maya stood there, palm...
The cable modem was dead. Again. Maya glared at the blinking lights, knowing her livestream was probably buffering into oblivion for her 47 followers. The pool party raged outside ...
By Friday afternoon, I was basically a zombie. Third consecutive night of staying up until 3 AM scrolling through TikTok, refreshing my iPhone like my life depended on it, even tho...
Maya's hair had been a disaster since seventh grade—frizzy, uncooperative, basically a bull in a china shop of curls. But junior year, she decided to dye it electric blue. Because ...
I was running late—again. Coach Davidson would have my head if I missed one more summer practice, but honestly? My heart wasn't in it anymore. Track had been my thing since freshma...
My palms were sweating through my baseball grip, which was honestly embarrassing because I wasn't even playing — just sitting in the bleachers trying to look like I belonged. The h...
Maya stared at the cup of green sludge her mom had placed on the kitchen counter. "It's spinach and papaya," her mom said, like that made it better. "Full of antioxidants for your ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her red solo cup like it was a lifeline. The invite had said "casual swim," but this? This was a battlefield. Jake's older broth...
The locker room smelled like chlorine and insecurity. Maya clutched her smoothie bottle like a lifeline, papaya seeds swirling at the bottom. "What is that?" Chloe asked, wrinkling...
I stood against the wall at Tyler's party, feeling like a literal **zombie** from all the Netflix binge-watching I'd done this week instead of, you know, having a life. My **palm**...