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My friend Leo sat cross-legged on his bedroom floor, staring into the glass bowl like it held the secrets to the universe. Inside, a single goldfish swam in endless circles, its or...
Maya pressed her phone against her chest like it held state secrets. Technically, it did. Or at least, a very embarrassing screenshot of Chloe's Instagram story captioned "thinking...
Pool water dripped down my spine as I leaned against the concrete edge, my iPhone 13 clutched in a death grip like it was my only lifeline. Across the pool, Jake Reynolds was doing...
Marcus's dad had been the Wildcats' star pitcher back in ninety-something, which meant Marcus was supposed to follow in his cleat-prints. The whole baseball team basically had his ...
Maya stared at the plastic goldfish bowl on the counter of her family's bodega, Electric Blue, the fish with the crumbled fin, swimming in endless circles like her own thoughts abo...
Leo stared at himself in the mirror, the ridiculous orange fox hat perched on his head. His older sister's idea of comedy, but also his only option since he'd promised to wear it t...
Maya pulled her dad's old baseball cap down low, trying to disappear. Last week's varsity tryouts had been a disaster—she'd frozen at home plate, bat feeling like a foreign object ...
Maya pulled her beanie down lower, until it almost covered her eyes. The hat was her armor. Safe inside its gray wool cave, she could watch him without him noticing. Liam sat thre...
Maya's palms were literally sweating through her denim shorts as she stood in front of the entire lacrosse team. Chase, the senior captain with that annoyingly perfect smile, had j...
My iphone had survived ninth grade drama, a drop from the bleachers, and even an unfortunate encounter with a smoothie. But it turns out, the thing that finally killed it was my ow...
Maya dragged herself through the front door feeling like a certified zombie. Three hours of AP History cram session followed by dance practice would do that to a person. Her phone ...
Maya's hair was refusing to cooperate. Again. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame the frizz, only to end up with something that could charitably be described as "exploded...