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Leo felt like a zombie as he dragged himself to the baseball diamond. The orange sunset painted the sky in flames, matching the electric Gatorade his teammates chugged like it was ...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically slide right out of Skylar's basement. First real party of freshman year, and she was already freaking out. The beat from som...
Maya dragged her feet through the cafeteria, feeling exactly like a zombie except without the cool excuse of actually being undead. Just three weeks into freshman year, and she'd a...
Maya pulled the vintage fedora down lower, hoping it would somehow make her invisible. Or at least less noticeably the girl who'd spent all of freshman year being nobody. "You loo...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood at the edge of the padel court, clutching her racket like a lifeline. The new kid, Leo, had invited her to play during free period, and so...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually dripping — as she clutched the padel racket. Her best friend since kindergarten, Chloe, stood at the net, grinning like she hadn't just ...
I was running late—again—which was basically my brand at Northwood High. The cross-country team was stretching near the bleachers when I sprinted up, clutching a palm-sized piece o...
Marcus's shift at the Pine Valley Community Pool wasn't supposed to involve espionage, but here he was, seventeen years old and basically operating as a private investigator. His t...
Maya had become a professional at the art of digital reconnaissance. Every morning, she'd grab her iPhone from the nightstand and immediately start her daily briefing — scrolling t...
Maya's brain was currently swimming in a cocktail of anxiety and Aqua Net fumes. The only sophomore invited to Tyler Bennett's pool party, and she'd spent forty-five minutes convin...
Maya crushed the empty orange soda can against her forehead, the condensation cooling her sweat-dampened bangs. Third period lunch was her only sanctuary from the suffocating expec...
Marcus pulled his baseball cap low, convinced the brim created an impenetrable forcefield of coolness. Around him, the community pool crackled with June energy—the shriek of cannon...