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The first time I met Marcus, I was literally running away from my own life. Okay, technically I was just running late for first period, but at fifteen, those felt like the same thi...
Maya's iphone buzzed with the notification she'd been waiting for all week. Padel tryouts. Her fingers hovered over the screen—this was it, her shot at finally being part of someth...
My palms were literally dripping onto the court. Three days into summer at my dad's new resort job and I'd already managed to embarrass myself in front of the only person who actua...
Marcus stood at home plate, the baseball bat feeling like a lead weight in his hands. Third strike. Again. The team's collective sigh hit harder than any fastball could. "Bro, you...
Maya stared at the lunch tray, the sad pile of spinach mocking her existential crisis. Senior year was supposed to be peak life, not feeling like an NPC in her own coming-of-age mo...
Maya's grandmother called it 'rabbit food' but the club's smoothie bar insisted on pushing spinach into everything. Maya stood at the counter, holding the murky green mixture like ...
The goldfish in the bowl on my nightstand stared at me with what I swear was judgment. "You're going, Em. It's not optional," said Jenna, already dressed in her cute pink skirt a...
Maya's phone buzzed with Tyler's text for the third time today. 'U coming to practice?' She stared at the Great Sphinx exhibit at the museum, wishing she could channel that ancie...
Maya stared at her reflection. The **hair** dye box promised "sunset copper," but in her bathroom mirror, it looked suspiciously like the color of a traffic cone. Her mom was going...
Maya's hair was supposed to be caramel brown. Instead, it came out traffic-cone orange. "You look like a fox," said Jordan, the guy who'd been assigned to lane four right next to ...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate. Again. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame the frizz, but it had other plans—mostly involving looking like she'd stuck a fork in an elec...
Maya's iPhone clung to her hand like a safety blanket, its familiar weight grounding her in the chaos of Tyler's pool party. The screen glowed with notifications — seventeen unread...