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Maya's phone buzzed with another group chat notification — the squad making plans without her, again. She tossed it onto her bed and grabbed her running shoes. This was her new thi...
The hallway stretched before me like a fluorescent-lit tomb, and I was definitely one of the zombies shuffling through it. Third period Wednesday, and my brain had officially left ...
My palms were sweating so much I could barely grip the bat. Like, actual puddles forming in my hands. Coach Miller kept yelling something about "keeping your eye on the ball," but ...
The bonfire crackled against the inky black sky, sparks drifting up like fireflies trying to escape. I stood near the **water**, my bare toes digging into cool sand, watching every...
The cable's hopelessly tangled. Again. "You ready or what?" Jake yells through my locked door. "People are waiting." I've been hiding behind a filter for two years while everyone...
Maya's summer had been reduced to three things: her AC unit, her bed, and the blue glow of her iPhone screen, which she scrolled until her eyes burned. She was basically a zombie a...
My mom's vitamin regimen was straight-up torture. Every morning before school, I'd choke down these horse-pill supplements that tasted like chalk and regret. "They're good for your...
The bass thumped through Maya's chest like a second heartbeat. She pressed herself against the wall, palms sweating so much she thought they might actually slide right off her hand...
The pool glittered like something from a TikTok edit, all blue lights and ripples reflecting against the backyard fence. Maya stood at the edge, wearing her signature bucket hat pu...
The humidity hit Maya like a wall as she walked up to the Hendricks' backyard gate. Eighth grade graduation pool party — basically the social event of the season. She adjusted the ...
Marcus stared at the sludge-colored concoction in the blender—something that looked like radioactive waste from a nuclear disaster zone. His mom stood behind him, arms crossed, wea...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. She adjusted her dad's old baseball cap—pulled low over her forehead, shadowing her eyes—and grippe...