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My hat was backwards, obviously. That's how the cool kids wore it, or at least that's what I told myself as I stood by the padel court, phone out, trying to look busy. My iphone—th...
Maya's hands shook as she held up the box. ORANGE SQUIRT - 100% Vibe Color. The label promised "transformation in 15 minutes or less." Her brother walked in, phone glued to his ha...
Marcus adjusted his baseball cap for the thousandth time, sweat already trickling down his temples. It was only seventh grade, but trying out for the team felt like the most import...
The chlorine stung my nose as I stood at the edge of Maya's pool, clutching my towel like a security blanket. Everyone else was already swimming, laughing, splashing like they'd be...
My hair had other plans for sophomore year. While everyone else walked into homeroom with sleek, cascading waves or perfectly messy buns, I looked like I'd stuck my finger in an el...
Marcus thought he was being smooth. Really, he was just failing at being a seventeen-year-old **spy** behind the gym dumpster during third period. His target: Luna Rodriguez, readi...
Maya's older brother dared us. That's how it always starts, right? Some stupid dare that seems brilliant at 11 PM on a Friday when your best friend is sleeping over and you've had ...
Maya had been playing digital spy for three weeks, carefully watching Jake's Instagram stories, noting every gym selfie and coffee shop check-in. Her friends called it stalking; sh...
The first time I walked into the Rosewood Country Club, I felt like I'd accidentally stepped onto a movie set. The pool shimmered like something out of a magazine, all turquoise wa...
Maya's room smelled like vape pen exhaust and desperation. Behind her, a tangled mess of **cable** snaked across the floor—HDMI, ethernet, charging cords—like the anxiety knotting ...
Maya's hair had always been its own entity — a cloud of defiant curls that refused to be tamed, even with enough gel to start a small fire. At 15, she'd spent three years trying to...
My palms were sweating so bad I could practically water plants with them. Standing outside the community center, I stared at my cracked iPhone like it held the secrets to the unive...