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Maya's hair had other plans today. The frizz had declared war, and despite thirty minutes with a straightening iron, she looked like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket....
I am officially a zombie. Like, actual walking dead status. It's 3:47 AM at Jordan's basement gaming marathon, and I've been running on Mountain Dew and adrenaline for approximatel...
The *water* in the Miller's backyard pool looked deceptively calm from where I stood, clutching my towel like a lifeline. Somewhere beyond the splashing and laughter, the *bull* of...
I never thought I'd be *that* person—the one literally hiding behind the papaya tree at Javier's birthday party, acting like some low-budget FBI spy. But here I was, peering throug...
Maya's fingers flew across her phone screen at 2 AM, doing what every rational teenage girl does when she should be sleeping: she was playing spy. Not the cool CIA kind with gadget...
The papaya sat on the decorative platter like an alien artifact, all neon orange and suspiciously tropical for suburban Ohio. I was fifteen and trying desperately to look like some...
Mateo stood on the baseball diamond, his new orange cleats glaring against the red clay. Everyone else had been playing since T-ball. He'd been playing padel with his abuelo every ...
Maya pulled her vintage dad hat lower, practically hiding behind the brim. The pool party raged around her—kids from school she barely knew, chlorine and cheap perfume mixing in th...
Maya had been my best friend since seventh grade, but lately she'd been acting weird. Like, checking my phone when I left the room weird. Asking who I was texting weird. Even comme...
The goldfish—I'd named him Neptune—stared at me through the glass with that same dead-eyed look I'd been giving myself all summer. My parents had left me "in charge" while they tou...
Maya's hair used to be her thing. Long, wavy, the kind that swished dramatically when she walked down the hallway at Northwood High. But then came the Great Padel Disaster of sopho...
Leo's first week at Northwood High felt like walking through a maze where everyone else had the map. The hallways buzzed with inside jokes and established friend groups, while he n...