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The bear costume smelled like three years of other people's sweat and desperation. A stellar vibe, truly. "You're up in five, Mason," Coach yelled from the dugout. I adjusted the ...
My name is Papaya. Yeah, like the fruit. My parents thought they were being "unique" — cringe, I know. But tonight, standing at the edge of Maya's pool party, watching everyone els...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, the harsh fluorescent lights revealing exactly how much she'd messed up. Her hair—supposed to be a subtle auburn—was violently...
The August sun beat down on the county fair like it had something to prove. Me? I was just trying not to melt in my polyester food service uniform while my iphone dinged with ignor...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, horror-struck. The bangs. They were supposed to be "chic and swept to the side," according to the YouTube tutorial. Instead, t...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party from hell, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The water sparkled mockingly below, filled with popular kids gliding like they owned the pl...
My social life ended at 2:47 PM on a Tuesday with a piece of spinach stuck between my front teeth. I'd been crushing on Lucas all summer at the country club my parents couldn't re...
I'd been spying on Maya for three weeks before she caught me. Not in a creepy way — okay, maybe a little creepy. But from my spot behind the library's cracked window, I could see ...
The social pyramid at Northwood High had defined Maya's existence since freshman year. At the bottom: band kids and theater geeks. Middle: academic achievers and athletes. Top: the...
Maya's palms were sweating. Literally sweating. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time, clutching the bag of **spinach** artichoke dip like it was her lifeline. "Yo...
Maya's lungs burned like she'd swallowed fire. Three miles into XC practice, and her legs felt like they were made of lead weights. Coach Martinez was screaming something about "di...
Maya slumped onto Jordan's basement couch, clutching a lukewarm orange soda like it was her only lifeline. The一周 of finals had turned her into something resembling a zombie—shuffli...