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Maya's fourth attempt at beach waves had resulted in what her older sister called "electrocuted poodle." Her hair, normally her safety blanket, was currently betraying her before t...
Maya smoothed her dress for the twentieth time, checking her reflection in the hallway mirror. The neighborhood party was in full swing outside, bass thumping against the windows. ...
Running until my lungs burned used to be the only way I could clear my head. Coach Reynolds called it "building character," but really, it was just escaping the endless scroll of e...
Maya pressed her face against the chain-link fence, heart doing that stupid flutter thing it always did when Lucas walked onto the padel court. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhe...
Maya's palms were sweating, and not because of the uncharacteristic heat wave hitting their small town. She clutched her orange Gatorade, the plastic condensing against her skin as...
Maya's lunch tray hit the cafeteria table with a clatter that silenced her entire table. The spinach from her salad — which her mom swore would 'clear her skin' — had decided to re...
Marcus pulled the brim of his dad's old fedora lower, the felt smelling like cedar and history. It was his armor against the cafeteria noise, the way conversations swirled like pap...
The chlorinated **water** stung my eyes, but I kept them open. Watching. I wasn't supposed to be at the community pool at 9 PM. The fence said CLOSED, but my cousin Jayden left th...
The palm trees cast long shadows across the baseball diamond as Mikey dragged himself toward home plate. He felt like a straight-up zombie after staying up until 3 AM scrolling thr...
Maya's phone buzzed with the group chat: *Zombie movie filming @ my place. 3 PM. Don't be late.* She'd been crushing on Leo since freshman year, and somehow she'd volunteered to h...
The country club smelled like money and sunscreen. Sixteen-year-old Mia stood near the **padel** courts, clutching her racket like a shield, while her mother chatted with someone a...
The cafeteria pyramid was real, and it was brutal. Everyone knew the hierarchy: varsity jocks at the apex, then the cool kids, then the normies, then us — the ones who existed in t...