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Maya's first day at The Vibe — the trendy juice bar where all the cool kids hung out — was already spiraling. Her coworker Jake, with his perfectly messy hair and vintage band tee,...
Marcus stood outside Jason's house, hands sweating, heart doing that weird fluttery thing it always did before parties. Inside, the bass vibrated through the door. He could practic...
Maya stood by the snack table, clutching a neon orange Vitaminwater like it was her lifeline. She'd been at Jake's pool party for twenty minutes and already felt like a zombie—dead...
The orange hoodie was my armor. First day at the resort club, and I was already regretting letting Mom sign me up for summer padel camp. "It's how you'll make friends!" she'd said,...
Marcus's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating. He wiped them on his jeans for the third time in two minutes, which probably made him look weird, but whatever. Maya was sitt...
Maya's mom called it "phase." Like she was going through something temporary instead of finally figuring out who she actually was. The box dye sat on the bathroom counter—Neon Pink...
I looked like a zombie after pulling an all-nighter for finals. Dark circles, brain fog, the whole deal. But somehow Maya convinced me to come to Jackson's party anyway. "You can'...
Maya's legs burned as she rounded the track, lungs screaming. Another 6 a.m. **running** practice, another day of operating on four hours of sleep. Junior year was slowly turning h...
The lifeguard cable stretched across the pool's entrance, sagging like my summer plans. I hadn't actually gone swimming in weeks — just sat on the edge with my legs in the water, w...
I sat on the bench, MLB The Show glazing my iPhone screen while Coach Miller droned on about "being the sphinx of the infield" — whatever that meant. Probably something mysterious ...
Jordan adjusted his cap, sweat already beading on his forehead. Varsity baseball tryouts were tomorrow, and Coach Miller had made it clear: only the strong survive. But right now, ...
Maya narrowed her eyes across the cafeteria. Her best friend since kindergarten, Chloe, was huddled with the popular squad—laughing, whispering, definitely acting sus. And what was...