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The water in Miller's pool glowed that fake electric blue, the kind that makes everyone's skin look weird. Maya stood at the edge in her oversized tee, her heart doing that thing w...
I'd been spying on him for weeks. Not like, creepy stalking—just casual Instagram story watching. Marcus. The boy with orange Converse that somehow matched every single outfit. My ...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, chlorine smell stinging his nose, heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. This was it—his first day of **swimming** practice, an...
Maya stared in the mirror, fingers shaking. The hair she'd spent two years growing, that she'd hidden behind like a security blanket, was gone. Chopped off in a moment of impulsive...
Marcus's house party was supposed to be legendary. His parents were gone for the weekend, the playlist was fuego, and somehow Maya—the sophomore he'd been lowkey crushing on for mo...
Maya's cat—a hairless Sphinx named Gizmo—sat on her desk, judging me as I stared at her phone screen. Our three-year friend streak had been broken. Just like that. "You're being b...
Maya had mastered the art of being invisible at Northwood High. Slip through the halls like smoke, avoid eye contact, definitely don't get noticed by the Sphinxes — those mythical ...
Maya's thumbs hovered over her cracked screen, doomscrolling through everyone's perfect summer while she was stuck at 'Camp Unplugged'—aka three weeks without her iPhone, no signal...
Marcus adjusted the brim of his vintage snapback, the one he'd spent three weeks' allowance on. It was supposed to be his confidence booster for freshman year, his armor against th...
Maya's iPhone buzzed in her sweatshirt pocket, third time in five minutes. Instinctively she reached for it, then stopped. No service here. Just the smell of fried dough and the di...
The camp cat—a scrawny tabby with one torn ear—hated everyone except me. I'd find her sleeping on my bunk during rest period, purring like she understood exactly how much it sucked...
The locker room smelled like chlorine and shame. I stared at my feet, toes curling against the cold tile, while Coach Miller announced the new requirement: every baseball player ha...