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Maya's phone buzzed for the third time in as many minutes. *U coming?* flashed across the screen from Jordan. The squad was gathering for the biggest Among Us session of the year, ...
Marcus's baseball cleats clunked against the patio tiles—the dead giveaway of someone who didn't belong at the Pine Valley Country Club. His mom's new boyfriend had invited them fo...
Marcus slumped against the lockers, scrolling through his phone. His Crypto portfolio was down 47% — again. "Dude, you're obsessed," Maya said, spinning her combination lock. "It'...
Marcus felt like a zombie. Three consecutive nights of studying for APUSH finals will do that to a person. He caught his reflection in the storefront window—his hair was doing this...
The pool party raged around me, a blur of splashing bodies and too-loud laughter. I clutched my iPhone like a lifeline, thumb-scrolling through feeds I'd already scrolled through t...
Marcus had been faking it for two months. The baseball cap pulled low, the casual slouch in the dugout, the fist bumps he didn't feel. Nobody on the South High Titans knew he'd str...
Maya's hair was doing that thing again — the humidity had turned her carefully straightened locks into a frizzy explosion that screamed "I care way too much about fitting in." She ...
The papaya incident started in third period PE. I'd been vibing with the elite academy transfer students all week, desperately trying to blend in at this fancy school where everyo...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool clutching her spinach wrap like a lifeline. The summer party bubbled around her—laughter, splashing, the bass-heavy beat of someone's playlist. H...
Maya's mouth still tasted like the spinach smoothie her mom had forced on her that morning. "It's for endurance!" her mom had chirped, while Maya had seriously considered just thro...
The fluorescent lights of the community center pool flickered like my confidence. Standing at the edge in my brand-new swimsuit — the one I'd spent forty-five dollars on because Ma...
Maya stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at her reflection like it might suddenly reveal the answers to all her problems. At fifteen, she'd mastered the art of appearing...