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Marcus adjusted the brim of his fitted cap, sliding deeper into the dugout shadow. This was ridiculous. He couldn't play baseball to save his life, but here he was, third base of t...
Maya's first day at Northwood High felt like walking into a movie where everyone already knew their lines except her. She clutched her schedule like a lifeline, adjusting the overs...
The humidity hung thick enough to taste as I stood against the wall of Sofia's backyard party, nursing a papaya smoothie I'd grabbed just to look busy. Fifteen and still somehow th...
Maya pressed her face against the cold chain-link fence, iphone clutched in sweaty palms like contraband. Three rows down, Jordan caught a fly ball with that effortless grace that ...
Jordan stood at the edge of the pool, clutching a ziplock bag like it contained something radioactive. Inside floated a single goldfish — orange and pathetic, already swimming in c...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could barely grip the bat. This was it—bottom of the ninth, bases loaded, two outs, and the entire middle school watching from the bleachers. ...
The lightning cracked outside the padel club windows, making everyone flinch. Perfect. My first time playing, naturally invited by Jake—the guy who somehow made varsity everything ...
The **pool** party at Tyler's house was the social event of the summer, and I was currently hiding behind a rhododendron bush like a total weirdo. My mission: **spy** on Maya—the g...
Maya gripped her iphone so hard her knuckles turned white, thumb hovering over the Uber app. Her first real house party — the kind everyone would be talking about on Monday — and s...
The orange hair had seemed like such a good idea at midnight. Now, standing in the cafeteria with cafeteria nachos that matched my hair, I felt like a traffic cone someone had acc...
The pool shimmered like liquid blue topaz, but Maya's stomach felt like it was doing backflips off the high dive. She stood at the edge of Jessica's backyard bash, clutching her so...
I felt like a literal zombie walking into homeroom. Third consecutive all-nighter in a row, thanks to AP Euro and my mom's obsession with me getting into Stanford. My eyes were bas...