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Marcus's palms were sweating so bad he could practically fill a water bottle. This was it — baseball tryouts, freshman year, and every single varsity player watching like hawks rea...
Maya pressed her back against the bathroom wall, iPhone clutched like a lifeline. The party outside thumped with bass that vibrated through the tiles. Her best friend Sierra had di...
Maya's hands shook as she applied the third coat of mascara, her reflection in the bathroom mirror showing someone who looked ready but felt entirely unprepared. The party was at J...
The July heat wave had turned Mateo's backyard pool into social ground zero. Anyone who was anyone would be there, which was exactly why I'd spent the morning psyching myself up to...
Maya's thumbs moved on autopilot, zombie-like from three hours of doomscrolling. Her iPhone battery was dying, but she kept refreshing anyway, watching her crush's story repeat for...
Maya stared at the box of hair dye—bright, neon orange that practically screamed 'look at me.' Her mom would freak. Her friends would either worship her or roast her into oblivion....
The first week of July, Maya's older brother Jay called them the poolside zombies — the group of twelve of us who'd spent every day that summer floating in the Johnsons' backyard p...
The goldfish—named Neptune because I was fourteen and dramatic—swam in circles in his bowl on my nightstand, a constant reminder of the night I'd rather forget. The night Tyler and...
My hair refused to cooperate. Again. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, I watched my curls spring into an untamed mane that made me look like I'd stuck a fork in an electric...
Maya's phone buzzed with the fifth text from Jordan: "You coming to the party or what? Don't be such a chicken." She stared at her reflection in the mirror—skinny jeans, a borrowe...
Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, gripping the racquet like it might detonate. At 15, she'd mastered the art of athletic invisibility—perfectly timed bathroom breaks durin...
Kai sat on her back porch, phone buzzing in her pocket. Another group chat blowing up without her. Maya—her former best friend since third grade—was posting pics with the new squad...