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Maya stood at the edge of Jake's backyard, clutching her red Solo cup like a lifeline. The August humidity stuck her sundress to her back, but the real heat came from trying to loo...
Maya felt like a total spy, crouched behind her living room curtains as she watched Jayden walk past her house for the third time that day. Her best friend Priya had dared her to f...
Maya's hands trembled as she positioned the blue dye exactly one inch from her hairline. The lightning bolt pattern she'd spent weeks perfecting was finally happening. Senior prom ...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be legendary, but Maya had spent forty-five minutes hiding in the bathroom, psyching herself up. Her curls were doing that weird fri...
Marcus sat cross-legged on my bedroom floor, eyes wide with the kind of intensity usually reserved for playoff games or crisis texts. His laptop displayed a colorful presentation t...
Maya's sneakers slapped the pavement as she rounded the corner, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Three miles into her daily run, she could feel the phantom weight of what she'd h...
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...