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Maya's palms were sweating. Literally sweating. She clutched her phone so hard the **cable** connecting it to the portable charger bent at a concerning angle. "You good?" Marcus a...
Maya felt like a zombie. Like, actual brain-eating, shuffling undead zombie. Three weeks of staying up until 3 AM grinding ranked matches would do that to a person. Her mom called ...
Maya's phone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. The group chat was blowing up about Jake's party tonight, but she was stuck at her great-aunt's farm for the weekend, suppos...
Maya stood at the edge of Jason's living room, clutching her red plastic cup like it contained the antidote to social extinction. The bass from the speakers vibrated through her ch...
The community pool was basically social headquarters when you were fifteen and couldn't drive. I'd been hanging there all summer, nursing my insecurity about being the new kid, pre...
The cable box was busted. Again. "Dude, your mom is literally going to kill you," Marcus said, flopping onto my bed and scrolling through TikTok like he wasn't currently witnessi...
Maya's hair was the color of a traffic cone — orange, bright, screaming look at me. Third day of sophomore year, and she'd already reinvented herself twice. The box dye had said "s...
Maya gripped her iPhone so hard the case creaked. Three notifications lit up her screen: Chloe's pool party, in forty minutes. Her stomach did that familiar flip-flop thing — the s...
The neon green bucket hat sat on my desk like radioactive waste. "You're actually gonna wear it?" Marcus asked, leaning against my locker with that grin that meant trouble. "It...
Jordan's summer was not going according to plan. First, his mom signed him up for swim lessons at the community center (embarrassing enough for a fifteen-year-old), then the lifegu...
Maya's first week at Crestwood High felt like trying to solve a puzzle she didn't know the rules to. The social hierarchy worked like a pyramid—seniors at the top, freshmen scatter...
Mateo's sweaty palm was literally betraying him. He stood at the edge of the court, clutching his padel racquet like it might suddenly explode, while Jenna—the reason he'd even sig...