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The iphone buzzed in my pocket like a trapped wasp. Maria's text glowed up at me: *pool party @ Gaskill's. parents gone. bring whatever.* I'd been waiting for this moment since fr...
Maya smoothed her hair for the third time that morning, checking her reflection in the locker door mirror. The curls she'd spent forty-five minutes perfecting were already frizzing...
Maya's palms were sweating through her batting gloves. Again. She was fifteen, supposedly the "next big thing" for the varsity softball team, but currently? Just the girl who froze...
Maya's thumbs hovered over her iPhone screen, double-tapping through Grace's Instagram story like it was a classified mission. She'd been lowkey spying on Grace's posts all summer,...
I had everything planned. Okay, maybe not EVERYTHING, but I'd practiced my smile in the mirror like forty times. No spinach stuck in my braces this time. I checked. Triple-checked....
Maya's iPhone died at exactly 11:47 PM during Jake's party, which was actually a blessing in disguise because she'd been doom-scrolling through Instagram for the last hour instead ...
Maya stood frozen in front of her bathroom mirror, fingers tangled in her freshly chopped hair. Her mom meant well—"It's just a trim, sweetie"—but somehow she'd walked out with ban...
The pool party was basically a social pyramid in liquid form. Seniors at the shallow end like royalty, freshmen huddled in the deep end like refugees, and me? I was floating somewh...
Maya's heart did that nervous flutter thing as she stood at the edge of Jake's pool, clutching her iPhone like it was a lifeline. The seventh-grade end-of-year party. Everyone was ...
The humidity hit me like a physical thing as I stepped onto the patio, where the pool shimmered with that too-perfect blue that only money can buy. Connor's house, of course. Conno...
Maya stared at the escape room's final puzzle—a holographic sphinx with glowing riddle-eyes. Her best friend Chen already had his phone out, probably livestreaming their failure to...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his iPhone like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to reality. Inside the device lived his carefully curated Instagram aesth...