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I was running, my sneakers hitting the pavement in a rhythm that matched my overthinking brain. Cross-country practice had ended an hour ago, but I couldn't stop. Not when my mind ...
Maya tugged the brim of her dad's old baseball cap lower, practically disappearing inside it. At sixteen, she'd mastered the art of being invisible at pool parties—which was exactl...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically fill a kiddie pool. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time, staring at the basement door like it led to a dra...
The pool shimmered like liquid diamonds under the July sun, but Maya's stomach was doing nervous backflips. She clutched her iPhone like a lifeline, scrolling through non-existent ...
The beer-can pyramid in Mason's living room was tilted. Like, *bad* tilted. Three cans deep, it wobbled every time someone walked past, threatening to collapse and spray cheap ligh...
Maya played spy again, leaning against the chain-link fence with her phone angled like a mirror. The popular crew had taken court three—of course—Chloe bouncing her padel racket of...
Maya's palms were sweating through her orange hair tie, which was honestly embarrassing considering she was just standing at Tyler's party doing absolutely nothing. The air smelled...
The baseball cap sat on my dashboard like a bad habit I couldn't quit. Dad had given it to me after I made the travel team three years ago, back when I still believed I loved the g...
Zara's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her denim shorts, leaving dark streaks that would absolutely ruin her aesthetic, but whatever. It's not like anyone was looking...
Marcus felt like a zombie most mornings—dragging himself through first period with the energy of the walking dead. But cross country practice? That was his escape. Until today, whe...
Maya's palms were sweating as she clutched the padel racquet. Why had she agreed to this? Oh right—because Tyler had invited her, and Tyler was at the top of the social pyramid at ...
The thing about being fifteen is that everyone's watching, but no one's actually seeing you. At least that's how it felt when my former best friend Sarah started sitting with the p...