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Riley's first mistake was dyeing their hair orange two weeks before freshman year. The second mistake was letting Marcus talk them into baseball tryouts. "You'll be fine," Marcus ...
I'd become a professional **spy** without even realizing it. Every day after school, I'd position myself behind the **baseball** field bleachers, supposedly doing homework, but rea...
Maya stared at her iPhone screen, thumbs hovering over the caption box. The photo was perfect—her in a crop top, holding a mason jar of green sludge, sunlight hitting her jawline j...
The humidity clung to me like a second skin as I stood at the edge of the **pool**, clutching my towel like a lifeline. Tyler's graduation party raged around me—music thumping, peo...
Maya's new pixie cut was supposed to be empowering. That's what the YouTube tutorial promised. Instead, she spent three weeks hiding in hoodies, convinced everyone at Northwood Hig...
Maya stood on the padel court, adjusting her backwards cap like armor. First week at Jefferson High, and somehow she'd agreed to partner with Leo—the guy whose reclusive sister eve...
My summer job at Mercado Fresh was supposed to be miserable, and it mostly was—until the papaya incident. I was fifteen, barely able to make eye contact with customers, when this ...
The neon lights of the padel court hummed as I adjusted my grip on the racket, sweat already pooling at the base of my spine. This was supposed to be casual Friday hits with the sq...
Maya dragged herself into third period feeling like a legit zombie. Finals week had turned her brain into mush, and even three coffees hadn't revived her. Sliding into her desk, sh...
I was crouched behind the garage clutching my iPhone like it was a grenade, watching the sky crack open. **Lightning** split the darkness, strobe-lighting the backyard where Tyler'...
Maya's lab partner used to be her best friend, but sometime around spring break, something changed. Now, Elena moved through the hallways like a zombie—dead eyes, monosyllabic resp...
Maya's curls refused to cooperate that morning. After twenty minutes with the flat iron, her hair still looked like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket. Typical. "You l...