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My palms were literally sweating through my batting gloves. Again. "You good, bro?" Marcus whispered from the dugout bench, tapping my cleat with his. "Yeah. Just vitamins kickin...
Maya's older brother's apartment smelled like stale chips and freedom. Her parents were out of town, leaving her with strict instructions: nothing fun, nothing dangerous. Basically...
My palms were sweating so hard I could barely grip my phone. That's what happens when you're playing social media detective, aka being a total creep, but whatever. It's not like I'...
I stood by the edge of Jensen's massive pool, clutching my red solo cup like it was a lifeline. The music thudded against my ribs, but I felt like a zombie moving through molasses—...
Maya dragged herself into third period chem like a zombie, her brain fried from three hours of sleep and that AP History DBQ that refused to write itself. The fluorescent lights bu...
Maya stared at her reflection, finger-combing the box dye through her hair. Midnight Temptation, the box promised. More like Midnight Disaster. The purple splotched uneven, like sh...
The chlorine stung my eyes as I floated in my friend Maya's backyard pool, water rippling around me like liquid anxiety. Senior year was two weeks away and my brain was already spi...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, chlorine stinging his nose, while everyone else acted like they'd been best friends forever. Just three weeks into freshman year, and somehow ...
Leo's spinach smoothie sat untouched on the bench, green sludge separating into watery layers like his confidence.Varsity baseball tryouts in twenty minutes and his stomach was doi...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her shorts, gripping the padel racket like it might save her from the most terrifying moment of her freshman year. "You're not...
Maya's mom screamed when she saw the bathroom sink. A blue stain the size of a dinner plate. The kool-aid hair dye that was supposed to be "totally temporary" had other plans. "It...
The cafeteria buzzed with that nervous energy only Mondays could manufacture. Lucas, age 15 and socially invisible, sat hunched over his tray, watching the social pyramid rise befo...