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Maya's hair was supposed to be sun-kissed perfection by Saturday, thanks to that TikTok hack about papaya as a 'natural' lightener. Three days of sleeping with fruit purée on her h...
I never thought my social life would crumble over fruit, but here we are. It started when Tyler—aka The Bull because he plowed through conversations like a linebacker—challenged m...
Maya's baseball cap sat crooked on her head as she crouched behind home plate, sweat dripping down her neck. Spring tryouts for the varsity team and her nerves were absolutely frie...
Marcus stood behind the snack shack counter, sweating through his staff t-shirt. The community pool's summer kick-off party was in full swing—literally. Kids were screaming, doing ...
The chlorine smell hit Maya before she even saw the water. She stood at the edge of the apartment complex pool, fingers curled around her iPhone case, checking her reflection in th...
Maya's heart was pounding like she'd been **running** a marathon, but really she'd only walked through the front door of Tyler's house party. The social hierarchy at Northwood High...
The dad hat sat low on my forehead, my not-so-secret security blanket at Tyler's party. I'd spent twenty minutes perfecting the 'casual slouch' in front of my bathroom mirror, but ...
The social pyramid at Northwood High was real, and Carlos had landed somewhere near the bottom—maybe the dirt layer, definitely below the brick. Junior year was supposed to be diff...
Maya stood at the edge of Mirror Lake, her phone clutched in her hand like a lifeline. The group chat was blowing up. Everyone was at Jake's party, and she wasn't. Again. "You com...
Marcus shoved the orange monstrosity into his mouth—the size of a small fist, it was practically a choking hazard. His mom's latest wellness phase meant these horse-pill vitamin C ...
Maya stood in left field, sweat trickling down her spine like tiny fingers. Tryouts for the summer baseball team, and her glove felt like a dead weight on her hand. Everyone else w...
My iPhone lay face-down on my duvet like a guilty secret. Again. "You've been doomscrolling for two hours," Maya had texted. "Marcus posted that pic with Jessica." I shoved my fa...