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Marcus's hands were literally shaking as he fumbled with the HDMI cable behind the massive TV. The Rainbow Six tournament bracket loomed over him on the screen like a pyramid schem...
Maya's been **running** her whole life. Literally, like track-star, scholarship-dreams running. But also figuratively—running from the version of herself she doesn't want anyone to...
The pool water rippled around my ankles as I stood there, clutching my iPhone like a lifeline. Mia's parties were legendary, but that didn't stop my hands from sweating against my ...
My hair turned orange two weeks before freshman year. Like, violently orange — not the cute strawberry blonde I'd pictured when I bought the dye. My mom took one look and started l...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her towel like a security blanket. The Friday night lights from Jake's backyard made the water sparkle, but her stomach was doin...
The hat had been my armor since seventh grade—a beat-up navy beanie with a tiny hole in the back that I'd手指-picked through every awkward conversation. But standing there watching J...
Maya stood before the social pyramid of Lincoln High, her stomach doing backflips. Freshman year felt like climbing Everest in flip-fops—every tier belonged to someone else, and sh...
The chlorine stung my eyes, but not as much as seeing Jayden laughing with Skylar by the **pool** edge. Again. "You good, Maya?" Kae asked, floating beside me on her inflatable fl...
Maya's hands shook as she mixed the box dye. Orange — specifically "Tangerine Dream" — had been impulse-buy territory, but the girl checking out at Target had given her that look. ...
My legs burned like I'd been running through hot coals instead of the school's dusty cross-country trail. Coach Martinez kept screaming at us to push harder, but honestly? I was ru...
My first week at the Geek Squad counter, and I'd already managed to tangle myself in every single HDMI cable behind the display wall. "You good, Maya?" Jason asked, trying not to...
The social pyramid at Northwood High was brutal—unspoken but visible as a neon sign. Maya had landed somewhere near the bottom freshman layer, desperately calculating her way up. ...