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Marcus wiped sweat from his forehead, his baseball cleats clicking against the cracked pavement of the empty dugout. Third base had been his dream since freshman year, and Coach wa...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she thought she might short-circuit her phone. She was leaning against the gymnasium wall, watching Tyler across the room laughing with his frien...
The community pool was practically a second home, though technically I'd been banned twice for running on the deck. This summer was different though — I'd landed the coveted lifegu...
Maya's first day at Northwood High felt like walking into a pyramid scheme she hadn't signed up for. Everyone moved in cliques—perfect little geometric formations that left zero ro...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically water plants with them. This was it—her first real house party since transferring to Northwood High, and she was currently h...
The high school cafeteria operated like a pyramid scheme nobody asked to sign up for. Seniors at the top, freshmen at the bottom, and everyone else scrambling somewhere in the midd...
Maya stared at the **papaya** wedge on her paper plate like it was radioactive. This was supposed to be a casual hang, but somehow she'd ended up at Chloe Morrison's house—the Chlo...
Maya's vintage trucker hat was practically fused to her skull at this point. It was her armor against the terrifying reality of sophomore year at Creekwood High, where everyone see...
The pool party announcement hit my phone like a grenade. Kara's place. Saturday. Swimming. I stared at my reflection—my newly dyed orange hair frizzing around my face like a traff...
Marcus stared at the orange bottle on his kitchen counter. His mom's new obsession—those gross cherry **vitamin** gummies she swore would fix his 'gamer complexion.' Whatever that ...
Marcus adjusted the fedora for the fiftieth time, catching his reflection in the cafeteria window. This was it—his sophomore year reinvention. No more quiet Marcus who blended into...
The **water** at Miller's Pond looked suspiciously green. Not the aesthetic green of a filter-edited Instagram post, but the 'something might be living in there' green. "You comin...