The Riddle in Your Pocket
Maya felt like a zombie. Not the cool, glittery kind from Halloween, but the actual walking dead kind—dragging herself through AP World History, phone permanently fused to her hand...
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Maya felt like a zombie. Not the cool, glittery kind from Halloween, but the actual walking dead kind—dragging herself through AP World History, phone permanently fused to her hand...
Maya's iPhone buzzed against her thigh for the third time in five minutes. She slid it out—17 notifications. Her friends were at the mall without her. Again. "Mija, help me with t...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The sophomore year kickback was in full swing—chlorine mixed with cheap body spray, laughter everywhere, an...
Maya's palms were sweating against her iPhone case, leaving little moisture circles on the purple silicone. Three notifications lit up her screen: Be there in 10!, This party is go...
I wasn't supposed to be at Tyler's pool party. I definitely wasn't supposed to be hiding behind the oak tree in his backyard, wearing jeans in ninety-degree heat, watching everyone...
I'd been a spy for three weeks straight. Not the cool, CIA-kind with gadgets andaliases—more like the pathetic kind who watched their ex-best-friend's Instagramstories like they we...
Maya's palms were sweating — the kind of nervous sweat that made gripping anything impossible. She stood at the edge of Jessica's pool party, clutching her phone like a lifeline, t...
The bear suit smelled like junior high gym class and regret. But here I was, stuffed inside polyester fur, sweating through my undershirt as the summer sun beat down on the concess...
The goldfish had been floating sideways for three days when Maya finally decided to flush it. It was her brother's, technically, but since he'd left for college and forgotten about...
The first weekend at Jared's cabin should've been legendary. No parents. No rules. Just the squad and "actual freedom," as Tyler kept announcing at maximum volume every five minute...
Maya's orange hair frizzed in the humidity as she stood in front of the papaya stand. Eighteen and still figuring out who she was, she'd dyed it last week on impulse—her mom said s...
Maya's iPhone battery was at 4% when the first flash of lightning split the sky over Bear Lake. "You guys, we have to get this on TikTok," she said, though the storm hadn't even f...