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Maya's legs burned. She'd been running for forty-five minutes straight, her podcast cut short three times by texts from Jordan asking if she'd submitted the college application yet...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually dripping — as she clutched her phone, the fraying charging **cable** dangling dangerously close to the pool edge. "You good?" Tyler aske...
Maya stood at the edge of Jessica's backyard pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The water glowed an unnatural **orange** from the underwater lights, making everything look ...
Leo moved through the community pool like he was spying on a crime scene—cataloging details, building theories, never quite participating. Sixteen years old and he still treated so...
Maya was literally running on three hours of sleep and one iced coffee, which was a vibe, but not a sustainable one. The AP Art final loomed like a literal threat: she had to sculp...
Marcus pressed his back against the cafeteria wall, heart hammering like he'd just finished a mile in gym class. Being a self-appointed spy for the lunchroom gossip circuit wasn't ...
Maya's legs burned from running—literally. She'd been chasing Lila around the neighborhood for twenty minutes because Lila had "accidentally" dropped that Maya liked Jake. "You'r...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually sweating — and she wiped them on her jeans for the third time. The orange neon sign of the 7-Eleven buzzed overhead, casting everything ...
We were hiding behind the dumpster behind Tony's Pizza, the smell of stale pepperoni mixing with the summer air. My best friend Chloe was clutching a stolen bag of frozen spinach w...
Maya's first mistake was thinking she could vibe with the cool kids at Malibu. Three hours into Leo's beach party, she discovered the spinach artichoke dip's revenge— wedged betwee...
I never thought I'd be hiding behind the snack bar during a baseball game, but here I was. Sixth inning, our high school team down by three, and I was crouched beside a cardboard b...
I felt like a zombie walking through the hallway Monday morning—three hours of sleep will do that to you. My best friend Jordan high-fived me as I slumped past his locker, looking ...