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The chlorine stung Marcus's eyes as he pulled himself out of the pool, water dripping from his cutoffs. This was supposed to be chill—just him, his best friend Sarah, and the last ...
Maya's locker was the graveyard of her social life. Third week of sophomore year, and she'd successfully mastered the art of the bathroom stall lunch break. "Hey, Vitamin Girl." ...
Marcus stood at the plate, the baseball feeling like lead in his sweaty palms. Third strike. Again. The team's laughter hit harder than any pitch could. "Dude, maybe stick to, lik...
Maya's **iPhone** lay face-down on her lunch tray, another notification vibration rippling through her chest like anxiety. She'd been **spy**ing on the group chat for twenty minute...
I stood against the wall at Maya's birthday party, nursing a flat soda and feeling like I was participating in a social experiment where everyone else got the instructions except m...
The papaya sat on the clubhouse bench like an alien artifact. Someone's mom had dropped off "exotic post-game snacks" but nobody was touching the thing except me. "Dude, that's gr...
Maya stood at the edge of Chloe's pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The party was already in full swing — music bumping, people doing cannonballs, everyone apparently comf...
Maya's palms were sweating so hard she could practically fill a water bottle. Standing in front of Hamilton High's cafeteria with her grandmother's Tupperware container, she felt l...
The papaya sat on my desk like an alien artifact, its yellow-green skin mottled and mysterious. Mateo had brought it from his abuela's garden, grinning like he'd just handed me a w...
The invitation said pool party at 7, but my stomach said panic attack at 6:45. I stood outside Jordan's house, heart doing that thing where it forgets how to heartbeat correctly. F...
The pool deck radiated heat, but I couldn't feel it. My palms were sweating so much I'd probably leave prints on everything I touched. "You coming in or what?" Jake called from t...
Maya's cat, Binx, head-butted her ankle at 7:03 AM exactly—his personal protest against her first-day-of-high-school outfit. She'd agonized over it for forty minutes the night befo...