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I became a professional spy that summer, though my only mission was figuring out if Maya actually liked me back. My surveillance equipment consisted of strategically positioned lou...
The papaya sat in my lunchbox like a tropical accusation. My mom, in her infinite wisdom, had packed exotic fruit instead of the normal chips everyone else had. I could feel the ju...
Marcus stood in the dugout, clutching the bottle of vitamin-fortified water like it was some magical elixir that could fix everything. His brother Jay had sworn it would give him '...
Maya's purple streaked hair frizzed in the humidity as she stood behind the concession stand, watching everything unfold. The varsity baseball game was tied, bottom of the ninth, a...
Maya stood in the corner of Tyler's backyard party, clutching her plastic cup of orange soda like it was a lifeline. The bottle cap on her head — her dad's old fishing hat, actuall...
The chlorine hit Maya's nose before she even saw the pool. She gripped her iPhone like a lifeline, thumbs hovering over Instagram as her cousin's pool party raged around her. Three...
Marcus stood in the wreckage of what used to be 7-Eleven, gripping his baseball bat like it could actually save him. Three months ago, this aluminum Easton had been for varsity try...
The baseball stadium hummed with electric tension as I stood frozen at home plate, bat trembling in my grip. Varsity tryouts. Dad's old bear clings to childhood dreams, and here I ...
Maya's phone buzzed with the third text from Chloe: "pool party @ Jordan's. U COMING???" Maya stared at her ceiling. Her swimsuit still had tags on it. Ninth grade had been three ...
Maya stood before the sphinx in the museum, her eyes blurring from exhaustion. Finals week had turned her into a certified zombie — three hours of sleep, caffeine shakes, and a bra...
Maya stared at her iPhone, the screen illuminating her dark bedroom. 3:47 AM. She felt like a zombie—four hours of sleep would do that to you. Junior year was slowly killing her, o...
Max pulled his beanie down lower, practically hiding his entire face. First day at Lincoln High, and he'd already managed to sit alone at lunch. Again. "Hey, you play padel?" A vo...