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Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, chlorine stinging his nose. Three days until the swim team tryouts that would make or break his entire freshman year reputation. The problem? ...
Maya's hand shook as she held up the tiny white pill in the cafeteria. 'It's basically a vitamin,' she whispered, trying to sound more confident than she felt. Jake, the senior sh...
The dog—a chaotic golden retriever named Buster—had somehow managed to grab the TV remote in his mouth. Again. "BRO, give it back!" I lunged, but Buster dodged like he'd been prac...
Maya stood paralyzed in the school cafeteria, clutching a slice of papaya like it was a grenade. Everyone else had brought normal food — sandwiches, chips, those little pizza roll ...
Maya stared at the goldfish swimming in endless circles inside the plastic bag on her passenger seat. Carnival gold. Not exactly the prize she'd been hoping for when Tyler — aka Ty...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping. She clutched the plastic cup of lukewarm **orange** soda like it was a lifeline, which honestly, it kinda was. Jordan's basemen...
The party at Marcus's house — everyone called it 'the Fox Den' because of that creepy taxidermy fox in the entryway that gave everyone nightmares. I stood by the snack table, picki...
The red solo cup in my hand shook like I was having a seizure. Jordan's basement party was packed—seniors with fake IDs and sophomores trying too hard. I shouldn't have come. But M...
My goldfish was floating at the top of the bowl again. Not dead-dead, just doing that thing where he hovered near the surface like he was waiting for someone to drop some serious k...
Maya's summer had been basically a flop until her mom decided she needed "more responsibility" and signed her up for the neighborhood watch program. Lame, right? But then she met W...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling through frizzy curls she'd spent two hours straightening. The humidity had already won. Her hair, once sleek and Pinterest-perfect, ...
The backyard pool shimmered like liquid diamonds under the July sun, but Maya's stomach was doing backflips that had nothing to do with the three slices of pizza she'd just inhaled...