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Maya's phone died at 2:47 PM—right as Jake was typing something back. She stared at the black screen like it had personally betrayed her. Three years of friendship, countless insid...
The dirt tasted like regret and definitely not like the organic spinach my mom kept pushing. I spat it out, adjusting my cap—that obnoxious orange monstrosity my grandma bought me ...
The water rippled around Emma's legs as she waded into the backyard pool party, her heart hammering against her ribs like a baseball in a mitt. Senior year. The final countdown. An...
The baseball uniform felt like a costume I'd borrowed from someone else's life. Polyester blend, stiff as a board, reeking of fake confidence and expectations that weren't mine. "...
The fox head smelled like three years of junior high sweat and ambition, and I was trapped inside it again. Fourth period gym class, and I'm basically the school's unofficial masco...
Maya's cat Luna knocked over the vitamin gummies again. The bottle rolled across the floor, spilling bright orange gummy shapes everywhere like some kind of sugary disaster. "Luna...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his phone like it was a lifeline. The graduation party raged around him—sophom cannonballs, juniors blasting terrible music, seniors...
Maya clutched Mr. Cuddles—her childhood teddy bear—like he was a grenade she was afraid to detonate. She'd packed him by accident, obviously. Obviously. But here she was, sophomore...
The orange glow of sunset filtered through the backyard trees as I stood frozen at the edge of the pool party. My hair, which I'd spent forty minutes straightening that morning, no...
Maya walked through the hallways like a zombie—seriously, actual zombie. Three AP classes, zero hours of sleep, and approximately 47 energy drinks would do that to a person. She'd ...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her normally perfect brown hair now a disastrous frizz ball thanks to a failed DIY curling iron experiment. The homecoming dan...
Leo stood at home plate, the baseball gritty against his palms. The varsity team watched—some supportive, most skeptical. He was the new kid, the one everyone sized up like prey, t...