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Maya's bedroom had become something of a sanctuary since the Incident at lunch. The Incident involved a piece of **spinach** stuck squarely between her braces while smiling at Etha...
The orange traffic cone sat there like a challenge. Maya stood frozen in the 7-Eleven parking lot at midnight, Jordan's phone flashlight blinding her. "Dude, you said you'd do it,...
Maya's reflection in the bathroom mirror showed exactly what she feared: a piece of spinach wedged between her front teeth, glowing like an emergency flare. She'd been talking to J...
Maya stood at the edge of the community pool, clutching her iPhone like a lifeline. The group chat was blowing up—everyone from school was at Jake's party, and she was missing it. ...
Maya pulled the orange beanie down over her ears, hoping it would somehow make her invisible. Or at least less conspicuous. It was her first real house party—Jordan's parents were ...
I crouched behind the azalea bushes, phone camera ready. My target: Jordan, my ex-best friend turned TikTok royalty, hosting the pool party of the season. I wasn't really a spy—unl...
Marcus had three problems. Problem one: The spinach stuck between his front teeth. Problem two: Jordan's pool party started in ten minutes. Problem three: Marcus couldn't actually...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her iphone like a lifeline. The screen glowed with twelve unread messages from the group chat, but her thumbs wouldn't move. Above her...
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...