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Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her orange juice box like a lifeline. The tenth-grade end-of-summer party sprawled before her like a battlefield she wasn't ready to f...
Maya's summer was supposed to be lit—parties, beach days, no responsibilities. Instead, she was stuck working for her dad's cable company, crawling through attics and basements whi...
Maya's phone buzzed with another Snapchat notification. Kai was at the country club again, posting stories from the padel court. She'd been lurking on his profile for twenty minute...
Marcus dragged himself through third period like a **zombie**, three hours of sleep and four hours of scrolling TikTok will do that to you. His phone buzzed in his pocket — probabl...
Maya's parents had dropped her off at Jessica's pool party twenty minutes ago, and she'd already spent fifteen of them hovering near the snack table, clutching her **iPhone** like ...
Mateo's first day at Uncle Rico's shop started with a literal cable disaster. The ancient coax behind the counter had decided to retire mid-transaction, taking down both the card r...
Maya's heart raced as she crouched behind the chain-link fence, peering through the metal diamonds like some amateur detective. For three weeks, she'd been playing spy, watching Jo...
The bear suit smelled like freshman year sweat and broken dreams. I shuffled through the gym, my fuzzy head bumping into bleachers while the basketball game roared around me. Being...
The alarm blared at 6 AM, and I dragged myself out of bed feeling like a total zombie. Three days of finals plus way too many late-night gaming sessions will do that to you. I star...
Maya's palms wouldn't stop sweating. Gross, honestly. She kept wiping them on her running shorts like a total weirdo, but nervous sweat didn't exactly respect the two-minute warnin...
Marcus stood at the edge of the court, clutching his racquet like it might save him from drowning. Which, honestly, it felt like it might. "You coming or what?" Lena called from a...
Marcus's mom swore her weird **vitin** routine would change his life. The neon orange pills sat on the kitchen counter every morning like accusations. 'You're growing, baby. Your b...