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Third lap. My lungs screamed like they'd been sandpapered from the inside. Coach Miller's whistle cut through the humidity – that awful, shrill sound that meant suck it up, keep go...
Maya's bathroom mirror became her enemy three hours before Jordan's party. The purple hair dye she'd applied at 2 AM during a spiral of post-breakup determination had turned her on...
The cable dangled twenty feet above the ravine, swaying in the August heat like a dare I hadn't taken yet. "You gonna do this or what?" Marcus called from the other side, where th...
Maya slid into the cafeteria booth, strategically positioning herself behind her mountain backpack. Fresh purple braces gleamed in her mouth—a metallic insecurity she couldn't hide...
I stared at the neon green smoothie my mom had thrust into my hands before first period. "It's packed with vitamin B and iron, sweetie! You need energy for the volleyball tournamen...
Maya's sneakers slapped against the asphalt as she kept running, training for the student council election that would define her entire high school existence. Or at least that's ho...
Maya's iphone buzzed in her pocket for the third time, and she ignored it like she ignored her rapidly beating heart. The house party was exactly what she'd dreaded—too loud, too m...
Maya Chen's greatest spy achievement happened third period, when she perfected the art of looking like she was intensely studying biology while actually watching Jack Torres across...
Maya sat alone at lunch, poking at the papaya chunks in her fruit cup. They looked suspiciously like something that had already been digested once. Across the cafeteria, the popula...
I felt like a **zombie** walking through the hallway, my third consecutive all-nighter catching up with me. Finals week will do that to you. My phone buzzed in my pocket - probably...
The humidity hit me like a wall when I stepped off the plane. Miami in July felt like breathing through a warm, wet washcloth. I'd been up for thirty hours straight—essentially a *...
Maya's bedroom mirror reflected a stranger. Gone was the mousy brown — replaced by a screaming neon orange that practically vibrated. Third box of dye, three AM impulse decision, z...