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Marcus stood at the plate, the baseball bat feeling like a lead pipe in his sweaty hands. The entire varsity team watched from the dugout—especially Jordan, his former best friend ...
Jordan tugged the brim of his baseball hat lower, trying to disappear into the bleachers. Everyone around him was decked out in team gear, face paint, those foam fingers. He'd just...
Maya's baseball cap slid over her eyes as she leaned against the chain-link fence. Varsity tryouts. Again. Last year she'd been the only freshman cut, and the humiliation still stu...
Maya's summer was turning into a disaster of epic proportions. First, her best friend Leo had started **running** with the popular crowd, leaving her to eat lunch alone while discu...
Maya's hair was supposed to be sun-kissed caramel. Instead, it looked like a papaya had exploded on her head. She stood in her bathroom mirror, staring at the neon orange disaster ...
Maya's hair was supposed to be sunset blonde. Instead, it came out neon orange—like a traffic cone that fell into a vat of highlighter. She stared at her bathroom mirror, humidity ...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate that morning. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame the frizz, only to end up with something that resembled a bird's nest more than the eff...
Marcus stood behind the abandoned baseball field, clutching the coaxial cable like it was a lifeline. The bull from the neighboring farm had somehow escaped again, and somehow Marc...
I felt like such a loser, sitting alone at lunch again, pretending to be obsessed with my phone while actually spy-ing on the popular table. Maya was there—laughing at something Jo...
The first rule of being a fourteen-year-old undercover agent in your own life: never let them see you care. But somewhere between fourth period science and the disastrous lunch att...
Maya adjusted the brim of her favorite vintage cowboy hat, nervously checking her reflection in the cafeteria window. It was her armor against the world—a quirky accessory that ann...
My iPhone was at 2% when I arrived at Jace's house for the 'study session' that everyone knew was actually just us scrolling TikTok in companionable silence. Jace was already spraw...