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Marcus stood at the plate, sweat dripping down his temple. The baseball bat felt like a lead pipe in his hands. Coach was yelling something from the dugout, but Marcus's brain had ...
Maya's heart hammered against her ribs as she stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her orange juice box like it was a grenade. Three months ago, she wouldn't have been caught d...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her solo cup like it was a lifeline. The July heat was already melting her makeup, but that wasn't why she felt like she might throw u...
My iPhone buzzed for the third time in two minutes. Maya's glass cracked screen flashed with a text from Jake: *u coming? i'm at the food court* Panic surged through my chest. I'd...
Marcus adjusted the neon green fedora on his head, knowing he looked like a complete tool. But his sister Jenna had dared him—wear this ridiculous hat to school all day, or admit h...
Maya pressed her back against the gym wall, heart hammering like she'd just finished a 5K. The annual Fall Fling dance was two weeks away, and she was on a mission. "You're litera...
I didn't mean to become a spy. It just kind of happened. It started when my parents got rid of cable—something about cutting costs and streaming services being the future. Suddenl...
The chlorine smell hit Maya first—sharp, chemical, completely overwhelming. She'd been avoiding the pool for three weeks since her panic attack at regionals, but her coach wasn't h...
Maya's parents were obsessed with wellness. Their kitchen counter looked like a pharmacy—rows of supplements in amber bottles, each promising to fix something that wasn't broken. T...
The pool shimmered like liquid blue jello under the July sun, but Maya stood at the edge, toes curled against the concrete. Everyone else was already in—Jake doing cannonballs off ...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in the frizzy mess she called hair. Homecoming was in two hours, and she was seriously considering just staying home to rewatch The ...
Maya's hair had always been her security blanket. Long, dark, and reliably there to hide behind whenever things got awkward—which, as a freshman in high school, was pretty much all...