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Marcus stared at his reflection, fingers tugging at the neon-orange strands. His hair looked like a traffic cone exploded on his head. "Bro, that's gonna wash out, right?" his be...
The pool party at Jessica's house was supposed to be my chance to finally make friends at this new school. I'd moved to California three months ago, and honestly? Still eating lunc...
I stood by the snack table, nursing a lukewarm soda, trying to look busy. Everyone at Maya's pool party seemed to know the secret handshake of being cool except me. The popular kid...
I pressed my back against the garage wall, playing spy like my life depended on it. From here, I could see everything happening at Maya's pool party without actually having to, lik...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate. She'd spent forty minutes trying to tame the frizzy disaster into something party-worthy, but humidity had other plans. She grabbed her dad's old ...
Maya's phone buzzed at 2:47 AM. Again. She'd been a zombie since Monday—three hours of sleep total, existing on caffeine and anxiety. But the notification from Jordan's Instagram ...
Maya shoved the plastic container of spinach into her backpack, glancing around the cafeteria to make sure nobody noticed. Not that anyone would. At school, she was basically invis...
Chloe's text came through at 3:47 PM: pool party @ Jaxon's. bring vitamines. U coming? I stared at my phone like it contained nuclear launch codes. Jaxon was the kind of guy who e...
Maya slumped against the cafeteria wall, phone buzzing with another group chat that didn't include her. Two weeks ago, she'd been the one making plans. Now her supposed bestie Jenn...
Maya's frayed charging cable mirrored her friendship with Jordan—both falling apart right before summer break. She twisted the plastic around her finger while staring at her phone ...
Maya's social life could be accurately represented as a pyramid. At the apex: seniors with perfect hair and curated Instagram feeds. In the middle: juniors with sensible footwear. ...
My baseball cap was basically glued to my head sophomore year. Dad's old Giants cap, frayed brim and sweat-stained crown, but it was my armor against the world—or at least against ...