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I tugged at the cable-knit sweater my mom insisted would "help me make friends" while feeling like a straight-up zombie after pulling an all-nighter. My golden retriever, Buster, n...
The hat was ridiculous. A neon bucket hat with fake palm trees that screamed 'I try too hard.' But Maya needed it today — needed the extra fabric to pull down over her eyes when ne...
Maya pulled the fedora down lower, checking her reflection in the cafeteria window. Not exactly her vibe—she was more of an oversized hoodie person—but her mom's vintage shop had b...
Maya's palms sweated against her cafeteria tray as she watched Kai laugh at something Tyler said. That laugh—that perfect, easy laugh—made her stomach do that weird flip-flop thing...
The bleachers behind the high school baseball field were my sanctuary. That's where Luna found me, sprawled out, hiding from life like the coward I was. "Yo Fox," she said, droppi...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her iPhone like a lifeline. The screen glowed with twelve unread notifications, but her thumb hovered over the lock button instead. Ac...
First party of sophomore year. My palms were so sweaty I could practically water plants with them. Running through my mental checklist: don't spill anything, don't say anything wei...
Maya stood by the edge of the pool, clutching her solo cup like it was a lifeline. Which, technically, it was—her social survival depended on looking like she belonged here, at Chl...
Maya pulled the vintage dad **hat** lower over her curls, checking her reflection in the bathroom mirror. It was her third adjustment in five minutes. "You good, M?" her best frie...
Marcus sat on his front porch, his golden retriever Buster's head resting on his knee. The summer before junior year was supposed to be epic—parties, beach trips, maybe finally get...
Maya was ten minutes late to Tyler's pool party because her mom couldn't find the sunscreen, and now she was practically running up the driveway like her life depended on it. Her h...
I'd spent the first two weeks of freshman year analyzing the social pyramid of North Valley High like it was a cable TV drama I couldn't stop watching. From the bottom tier, the po...