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Maya stood at the edge of the **pool**, chlorine smell thick in her nose, while everyone else splashed and screamed like they'd invented water. She'd been **running** from this mom...
Maya's pyramid was going to be epic. A three-foot-tall ancient Egyptian masterpiece made of sugar cubes and gold spray paint, due Monday for history class. But right now, she was s...
The plan was supposed to be foolproof. For two weeks, I'd been operating like a bona fide **spy**, tracking Emma's squad from a distance. My cat, Bean, would stare at me from my d...
Leo stood at the edge of Miller's pool, clutching a papaya like it was a grenade. Why had he agreed to bring fruit to Jordan's party? Everyone else came with chips or sodas or vape...
I'd been spying on Leo for three weeks. Not creepy-stalking, just strategic observation from my seat behind the bleachers, cataloging his routines: fifth period chem, the way he ch...
The pool shimmered like liquid sapphires under the California sun, but Marcus stood at the edge, clutching his baseball cap like a lifeline. His best friend, Leo, had been dragging...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, finger-combing frizzy bangs for the third time. Tonight was Jordan's party — the first one of junior year — and her social bat...
I'm not weird. I'm just thorough. That's what I tell myself anyway as I jimmy another paperclip into the coaxial **cable** connection behind the TV stand, trying to get a signal on...
The social pyramid at Northwood High was real, and Maya had spent her freshman year at the bottom, somewhere between the kids who ate lunch in the library and the ones who brought ...
Max stared at the empty bowl where President Theodore—class mascot, beloved goldfish, and spirit animal of the sophomore class—had been found floating that morning. The administrat...
By the water fountain on third floor, that's where I held court every lunch period. Not because I was popular — obviously — but because it was the perfect blind spot for watching t...
The humidity was doing that thing where it feels like the air is literally made of soup. Summer in the suburbs, man. Jake stood at the padel court, holding a racquet that felt susp...