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Marcus stood outside Chloe's house, clutching the baseball glove like it might magically transform him into someone who actually knew what he was doing. He'd told the team he'd be ...
Maya's first mistake was thinking she could master padel in one summer just to sit near Jason at lunch. The second was letting Jessica talk her into ' Operation Spy. "You need int...
Alex's fingers flew across the keyboard, neon RGB lighting reflecting in his glasses. His stream had been glitching all night, the ethernet cable fraying at just the wrong angle. ...
The zombie apocalypse everyone talks about? It started on a Friday night. I was sixteen, halfway through beating my high score on Mario Kart, when my phone blew up with texts from ...
The cable guy wasn't supposed to be hot. Definitely not supposed to be seventeen and wearing a varsity baseball jacket with 'FOX' stitched across the back. "You're blocking the dr...
The July heat wave had everyone acting like a walking **zombie**, even before Marcus's **swimming** party started. I'd been staring at my **orange** swimsuit for twenty minutes, tr...
Maya's orange hair wasn't a choice—it was a failed DIY experiment that somehow became her signature look. Now, as she hovered outside the cafeteria, clutching her phone like it was...
Maya's screen cracked three weeks ago when her drop playlist became her life's soundtrack, tumbling onto the concrete during PE. Now her iPhone resembled a spiderweb of bad decisio...
The pickup truck's arrival shattered the calm of Tuesday afternoon at the community center. Jake 'The Bull' Morrison swung out of the driver's seat, his reputation preceding him li...
Maya's first real party. The kind where someone's parents are actually out of town, not just "in their bedroom with the door closed." She'd spent forty minutes on her hair, strateg...
I was a zombie. Not the cool, apocalypse-fighting kind. The exhausted, functioning-on-three-hours-of-sleep-and-two-energy-drinks kind. Junior year was absolutely wrecking me. Roos...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The July heat radiated off the concrete deck, but she felt frozen. Everyone else was already swimming—Jorda...