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Maya's iphone screen glowed in the darkness of her closet, the only light in her life since moving to Oak Ridge three weeks ago. No messages. No notifications. Just endless scrolli...
The baseball glove sat in the corner of my room like a guilty conscience. Dad had bought it last spring, back when he still thought I was gonna be the next Mike Trout. Now it gathe...
Marcus's golden retriever, Buster, stared at him with those judgmental eyes that seemed to say, "Bro, really?" as Marcus forced down another neon-orange gummy **vitamin** from the ...
My hair was supposed to be cherry red. Not pink. Not salmon. Cherry. Instead, I looked like a slice of radioactive ham. "A bold choice," my mom had said, backing away slowly. Now...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually slick — as she gripped her iPhone against her thigh. 3% battery. Of course. The universe had impeccable timing. She was at Jessica's pa...
Maya's dad had fallen deep into the vitamin pyramid scheme, and honestly? The embarrassment was killing her. While other parents were obsessing over college applications, hers was ...
Marcus stood at the edge of Jennifer's pool party, clutching his solo cup like a lifeline. Freshman year was almost over, and he was still invisible. Still the guy who sat three ro...
Maya stared at her reflection, the orange hair dye staining her bathroom sink. Another attempt to disappear, to look like everyone else at Northwood High. Her natural curls—the one...
Summer after sophomore year, everything changed. Maybe it was the lightning storm that split open the sky above Pine Ridge, or maybe it was just that we were finally seeing each ot...
Marcus stood at the plate, baseball bat trembling in his hands. The bull — that's what everyone called Tyler, the six-foot-three pitcher who'd been making Marcus's life miserable s...
Maya had spent forty-five minutes perfecting her hair that morning—cascading waves that fell just right, the kind of effortless look that said "I have my life together" even though...
Maya stood in the corner of Jake's basement, clutching a red Solo cup like it was a lifeline. The house party was in full swing — people grinding awkwardly to bass-heavy music, som...