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The coaxial cable dangled from my bedroom wall like a dead snake, its end frayed where I'd ripped it from the wall during last night's fight with Dad. He didn't get it. Why would I...
My cross-country team gathered around the fountain where the stone **sphinx** watched us with that same inscrutable smile it'd been wearing since like, the 1800s. Coach was already...
Maya's life was officially over. Complete disaster. Total catastrophe. She'd spent twenty minutes crafting the perfect selfie for her Instagram story—hair deliberately messy, filt...
The bucket hat was supposed to be my villain origin story to becoming someone new. Someone who didn't overthink every text, who could actually talk to crushes without their brain g...
I've been lowkey spying on Leo Fox from across the cafeteria for three weeks now. He sits with the popular crowd, all effortless confidence and perfect hair that defies gravity. I'...
Maya's hair had been through seven transformations since freshman year, and she was currently rocking what she called "sunset damaged" but what her mom called "please stop buying b...
Maya's heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird as she stood at the edge of the pool party. Her crush, Liam, was floating in the water with his friends, laughing at some...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be chill, but Maya's stomach was doing backflips. She clutched her phone like a lifeline, checking Instagram for the tenth time. No ...
The pool party at Jessica's house was supposed to be mid. That's what I told myself anyway, standing there in my swim trunks that felt somehow both too tight and too loose at the s...
Summer at the Vista Hills Country Club meant one thing: perform or disappear. Fifteen-year-old Maya had mastered the art of fading into background chatter until Leo—new kid, stupid...
My lucky beanie was basically my emotional support hat. Freshman year at East Valley High, I wore it everywhere — through cafeteria awkwardness, hallway collisions, even that time ...
The baseball diamond shimmered like something out of a dream, or maybe just a really well-filtered Instagram post. Marcus adjusted his cap for the fifteenth time, trying to look ca...