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My best friend Jenny spent the entire summer texting me about how high school was going to be different—how we'd finally be at the top of the social pyramid instead of the bottom f...
Jordan's feet pounded against the dirt path, each step sending up clouds of dust. Cross-country practice sucked, but not as much as what happened next. Her iphone buzzed in her po...
Max pulled his beanie hat down lower. The hat was his armor — without it, he felt naked, exposed to the harsh fluorescent lights of the cafeteria. He wasn't invisible, exactly. Jus...
Marcus gripped his phone, screen reflecting his nervous expression. Three girls stood before him by the **pool**, bikini tops and braces gleaming in the July sun. They wanted him a...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her wild curls defying gravity in twelve different directions. The hair gel her mom bought had promised "sleek control," but c...
Maya's hair had been the same since middle school — a cascade of curls her mom called "her crowning glory" but Maya just called a lot of work. Now, standing in front of Westcourt H...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, running a hand through her frizzy hair. Third day of sophomore year, and she still hadn't figured out how to make it look effo...
Marcus adjusted his cap, the brim catching the afternoon sun as he leaned against the chain-link fence. Baseball practice had ended two hours ago, but he was still here, watching t...
Maya hated how the pool water always tasted like someone dumped a bottle of cheap shampoo into it. But here she was, at 6 AM, swimming laps because Coach Martinez said it would "bu...
The summer heat hung heavy as Marcus stood at home plate, baseball cap pulled low. Another strikeout. His dad's disappointed sigh carried across the diamond even over the crowd noi...
Maya pulled the oversized bucket hat lower over her eyes, creating a tiny shadow fortress. It was her fifth day working at the tropical smoothie shack, and she still felt like an i...
Marcus's fingers moved across his iPhone screen like he was conducting an orchestra—scrolling, double-tapping, swiping. The baseball diamond stretched out before him, but his atten...