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Maya's hair wouldn't cooperate. Third attempt with the straightener, and she still looked like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket. Perfect. Because nothing says 'ready ...
Maya stood at the bottom of the freshman social pyramid, somewhere between the band kids and the people who ate lunch in the library. But today, everything was different. She adju...
Maya straightened her fedora—yeah, she actually wore a fedora to school, whatever—and scanned the cafeteria like it was hostile territory. The first week of sophomore year at North...
Alex's vintage snapback wasn't just a hat—it was his armor. Freshman year at Northwood High, and he'd already learned that keeping your head down (literally) was survival strategy ...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his red solo cup like it was a lifeline. The annual end-of-summer party. Every fake laugh, every 'totally love that song,' every cas...
Maya's palms were practically dripping as she clutched her phone. The pool party. Jake's house. The social event of the sophomore year. And she had spinach stuck in her braces. She...
Maya's hair looked like a disaster. Third-day curls frizzing out like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket, which honestly, she pretty much had when attempting to straigh...
Marcus had been walking like a **zombie** for three days straight—ever since his best friend started sitting at the popular table during lunch. His mom said he was just tired from ...
The chlorine stung my eyes but I kept them open, watching Maya across the pool. She was laughing at something Tyler said, her head thrown back, water dripping from her hair like li...
The lightning crackling outside our biology classroom window matched the electricity in my stomach. I was about to do it—finally tell Sasha how I felt about her. We'd been best fri...
I showed up to the rec center clutching my borrowed padel racquet like it was a lifeline. First day at a new school, and somehow I'd let Kayla talk me into joining the 'casual' pad...
Kai's iPhone clutched in her sweaty palm, 17% battery, 87 missed notifications from the group chat that was currently dissecting her every move since the incident. Since she'd froz...