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The cable guy was supposed to be our cover. That was the plan, anyway. Me, hiding behind the couch while my neighbor Emma practiced her baseball swing in her backyard. But Sphinx—m...
Maya clutched her iPhone like a lifeline, thumbs hovering over the screen where Jake's profile sat open. Was he ghosting her? Had their brief conversation by the bleachers even mea...
Maya pulled her dad's old fedora lower, the brim shielding her eyes like a force field. Fourteen was way too old for hiding, but the food court at Westfield Mall on a Saturday? Tha...
The old baseball cap sat backward on my head, brim slightly frayed from years of wear. It was my dad's hat from high school, and I'd been wearing it to every track meet since seven...
Maya's fingers flew across her iphone screen, double-tapping, swiping, heart-emoji-ing everything Jason posted. Three years of casual friendship, six months of her secretly being a...
Maya's greatest fear wasn't the drowning kind of water. It was the social kind—the kind that filled Chloe's backyard pool, where everyone who mattered floated in an inflatable pyra...
Maya stood by the community pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The popular kids were all on the padel court, laughing and sweating in their cute matching outfits. She'd spe...
Maya stood in front of the bathroom mirror, adjusting the vintage fedora she'd spent thirty bucks on at Urban Outfitters. It was supposed to say mysterious and artistic, but mostly...
Maya's summer glow-up started with a gummy **vitamin** deficiency panic — or at least that's what her TikTok feed convinced her of. Three weeks before sophomore year, she ordered e...
Maya's hands trembled as she smoothed her orange sundress—really orange, like traffic cone orange. The kind of orange that screamed NOTICE ME. Exactly what she was trying to do, or...
The country club parking lot smelled like expensive sunscreen and desperation. I tugged at my racket strings, palms already sweating. My first day at padel camp, and I was about to...
The goldfish was definitely dead. That was the first thought that crossed Maya's mind when she walked into Kylie's backyard party and saw a tiny orange fish floating at the top of ...