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Marcus hated running. Okay, maybe hate was strong—it was more of a complicated frenemy situation. His dad had signed him up for cross country because "structure builds character" (...
The spinach incident started it all. Maya was stuck working the snack bar at the Pine Valley Pool while her friends were at Taylor's party—literally the social event of the summer....
Maya's face burned. This was it—the moment she'd been dreading all summer. The county fair announcer's voice boomed across the dusty arena, and she gripped the railing until her kn...
The chlorine stung my nose as I stood poolside at Pine Ridge Camp, my limbs vibrating with that particular brand of teenage dread. The deep end swim test loomed before me like a pe...
The cat clock on Maya's wall meowed at 2 AM — third time that night. She tossed her phone onto the pillow, watching the loading symbol spin. Again. The cheap coaxial cable her dad ...
Maya's plan had been flawless in theory: spend the summer before freshman year perfecting her cannonball, maybe finally talk to Julio, and definitely avoid any situations where her...
The cable modem blinked its evil eye at me— that mocking orange light that meant no WiFi, no life, no connection to my friends. I sat on my bed, phone in hand, staring at the dread...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her ripped jeans, trying to look chill as Lucas passed her in the hallway. He didn't even notice her. "Earth to Maya," her bes...
The lightning bolt dye job was supposed to be copper. Maya's mom had bought the box from the discount bin — "Sunset Orange" it promised, but what came out was more "radioactive tra...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangled in frizzy curls that refused to cooperate. First day of sophomore year, and her hair had staged a mutiny. "You look like a zombie," ...
Marcus was running on three hours of sleep and pure anxiety when everything went sideways. It was 2 AM on a Friday, technically Saturday, and the group chat had been blowing up for...
My parents thought sending me to wilderness camp would "fix" my screen addiction. Joke's on them — I hid my iPhone in my sleeping bag the whole first week. I was the only one with...