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Jesse's legs burned as he rounded the track for the third time, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Cross country practice had never been this brutal, but then again, Coach Miller h...
Marcus stood behind the backstop, watching his ex-best friend Jay knock another one out of the park. Baseball had always been their thing—until last summer when Jay hit a growth sp...
Leo's phone buzzed. Third text from Maya in ten minutes. "U coming?? everyones waiting lol" He stared at his lunch tray. The papaya his abuela had packed sat there like a radioac...
Marcus stood outside Tyler's house, heart doing gymnastics. His first real party. The invite said 8 PM. It was 7:58 and he'd already changed outfits three times. Final choice: vint...
The summer before sophomore year, I landed a job as a pool boy at the Hutchinsons' place, which sounded fancy until I learned it mostly meant fishing out dead frogs and testing pH ...
Maya's iPhone vibrated in her pocket like a nervous heartbeat. *You coming??* The text from Chloe glowed with three anxious question marks. Maya stared at her reflection in the bat...
Maya's cat Mr. Whiskers was obsessed with the window during storms, which meant *lightning* became a spectator sport from our spot on the bedroom floor. We'd been besties since sev...
Maya's hair had been a three-hour labor of love, transformed from its usual chaotic halo into sleek straight lines that framed her face like she'd stepped out of a TikTok tutorial....
Marcus stood at the plate, the bat feeling like a lead pipe in his sweaty hands. The regional finals. Bottom of the ninth. Two outs, bases loaded. The entire school was watching—we...
The chlorine hit Maya's nose before she even saw the pool deck. Another summer of watching other people have fun while she sat in the chair, whistle around her neck, counting down ...
The fluorescent bathroom mirror showed exactly what Maya felt like: a walking corpse. Three hours into her first high school house party, and she was definitely running on zombie m...
Riley struck out for the third time that practice, the baseball mocking him as it clattered into the catcher's mitt. "Nice swing, princess," Tyler called from the outfield, prompti...