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Jordan adjusted the brim of his dad's old fedora, feeling like a total fraud. The hat smelled like mothballs and regret, but it was the only thing keeping his sweaty palm from leav...
Maya smoothed her dress for the third time, checking her reflection in the bathroom mirror. The braces were new—still shiny and foreign in her mouth—but she was determined not to l...
The pool shimmered like liquid crystal under the July sun, but Maya stood at the edge in her oversized t-shirt, heart hammering. Everyone else was already swimming—laughing, splash...
Marcus adjusted the brim of his dad's old fedora, his fingers tracing the familiar crease in the felt. It was his armor against the world—well, the eighth-grade world anyway. The h...
The bonfire crackled like somebody's nervous laugh. Maya sat cross-legged in the sand, her Vera Bradley skirt fanned out, watching Sophie—perfect, popular Sophie—hold court like sh...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be the event of the summer, but Maya's **iphone** had died halfway through texting her crush from bio class. Typical. She stood by t...
Maya dragged herself through third period feeling like a straight-up zombie. Three hours of sleep after that AP History all-nighter will do that to you. Her friends kept passing no...
The party was already dead when I got there. Okay, maybe not dead-dead, but definitely in that awkward limbo state where half the people were pretending to have fun and the other h...
Maya's phone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. The group chat was blowing up—everyone was at Jake's house, watching the big game on his 65-inch with the supposedly broken ...
Marcus stood at the plate, baseball bat trembling in his grip. The entire freshman team was watching, but the only person who mattered was Chloe, sitting behind the backstop with h...
I felt like a zombie at Maya's pool party. Not the cool, supernatural kind—the brain-dead, shambling kind that says "yeah, totally" every five seconds even though they have zero id...
The lightning crackled across the sky as I adjusted my orange headband, trying to look like I belonged on the padel court. My heart pounded harder than the storm overhead. "You re...