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Jordan's baseball cleats collected dust in the corner of his room. Three months ago, he'd been the starting shortstop, living for that perfect crack of the bat and the teammates' c...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically water plants with them. Opening night of the school musical, and she was playing Zombie #4 — not even a named character, jus...
The chlorine stung Maya's eyes as she stared across Tyler's backyard pool, phone clutched in wet hands. Her Instagram feed was blowing up with #SummerVibes posts from people actual...
The country club pool shimmered like liquid diamonds in the July heat, but I felt more like liquid lead sinking to the bottom. Fifteen and invisible, that was me—until I found myse...
Maya's iPhone face-planted onto her unmade bedsheets, third time this morning. The crack in the screen now branched like lightning across her insta feed—everyone's highlight reels ...
Maya's palms were sweating so hard she could practically water plants with them. Which was ridiculous, because she was just standing outside the community rec center, watching Tyle...
Maya pressed her phone against her chest like it held state secrets, which technically it did. She was supposed to be studying for Spanish but instead she was lurking on Jake's Ins...
My summer job as a cable technician wasn't exactly how I pictured spending before senior year. But there I was, crawling through someone's attic, tangled in ethernet cords like a d...
Maya stood by the pool, clutching her dad's oversized fishing **hat** like it was a life raft. The graduation party raged around her—music thumping, people she'd known since middle...
Maya pulled her dad's old baseball hat down low, hoping it would act like camouflage against the fluorescent lights of the community pool party. She wasn't supposed to be here—not ...
The cable was supposed to be fixed by noon, but of course the Comcast guy was running late. Typical. "My parents are gonna kill me," I groaned, flopping onto my bed while Maya scr...
Maya's first real job: setting up AV equipment for the school talent show. The gig paid twenty bucks and zero social capital. Perfect. "Dude, you're gonna make the whole auditoriu...