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Leo's mom thrust the bottle toward him every morning like it was the only thing standing between him and certain death. "Your *vitamin*. For your... everything." He'd dry-swallow...
Maya's cousin Enrique had worn his straw cowboy hat to the lake party, which was peak cringe energy, honestly. The hat bobbed above the crowd like a lost tumbleweed in a world of N...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she approached the cafeteria salad bar. First day at Northwood High, and she was already about to commit social suicide. "Just play it cool," she w...
Maya stood in front of her mirror for the twenty-seventh time that night, smoothing down her frizzy hair with trembling hands. Her mom had spent forty minutes braiding it that morn...
Marcus's palms were sweating. Literally sweating. It was gross, but also kind of perfect because he was hiding behind a cluster of plastic **palm** trees at Jessica's pool party, w...
Maya's thumb hovered over the send button, her iphone screen glowing in the bathroom's fluorescent light. The photo stared back: her in a bikini, curls frizzing at the ends, smile ...
I spent the summer before freshman year dyeing my hair the exact shade of a traffic cone. My mom said I looked like a walking safety hazard, which honestly? Same. But in a school w...
The energy drink was my sixth vitamin supplement of the morning, and my hands still wouldn't stop shaking. Welcome to peak junior year productivity, I guess. "Mayla, you're not BE...
Chloe lay on a lounge chair, pool water dripping from her hair onto the concrete, watching the summer heat waves distort everything beyond the fence. Her phone buzzed—probably Maya...
The pool water sparkled like liquid diamonds, but Maya's stomach felt more like a washing machine on spin cycle. This wasn't just any pool party—it was **Jake's** pool party. Jake,...
The first week at summer camp, I learned three things: my bunkmates were already a tight clique, the lake was freezing at 6 AM, and I was terrible at making friends. "You coming t...
Maya's stomach did cartwheels as she walked into the cafeteria, the scent of her grandmother's papaya salad escaping her Tupperware. Again. "What's that smell?" Chloe whispered lo...