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The bass from Maya's speakers shook the floorboards, or maybe that was just my anxiety. I stood by the refreshment table, nursing a flat soda like it was my job, feeling utterly ou...
Marcus stood on the pitcher's mound, sweat dripping down his back like someone had turned a faucet on his spine. Third hour of baseball practice and Coach Davidson was still scream...
Leo sat cross-legged on his bedroom floor, surrounded by a tangle of wires. Again. The HDMI **cable** had pulled loose from his monitor—third time this week—and his stream was supp...
Maya's abuela insisted she bring the papaya to the Spring Fling potluck. "It's traditional," she'd said, handing over the tupperware like it contained family secrets instead of sli...
The crushed vitamin tablet on my desk looked like neon confetti against the morning light. Mom swore these would help with my "growing pains," but seventeen felt less like growing ...
Maya moved through sophomore year like a zombie — that special kind of undead existence where your body shows up to AP Bio and lunch and track practice, but your actual self is gho...
The **water** fountain at Riverside Park had been broken for three straight weeks of July heat, which meant Marcus's throat felt like someone had dragged sandpaper through it. He g...
The pool glowed like a radioactive blue slushie against the twilight, Jordan's backyard transformed into the social epicenter of sophomore year. Maya stood at the edge, toes curled...
Maya gripped the edge of the diving board like her life depended on it. Below her, the pool shimmered with that fake blue they used at community centers—the kind that made you thin...
Maya's phone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. Another Instagram notification. Her thumbs hovered over her iphone, that familiar knot tightening in her stomach. Why did ei...
Maya's Thursday started with a disaster in the cafeteria mirror. She had spinach in her teeth. Actual, leafy green spinach from the salad she'd dared to eat because her mom said it...
I was operating on pure caffeine and desperation — full zombie mode, my eyeballs basically screaming for sleep. It was 2 AM and I'd spent the last three hours trying to convince my...