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Maya stared at her reflection, frantically smoothing her hair for the third time. The curls were betraying her — frizzing up in the humidity like she'd stuck her finger in an elect...
Marcus stood by the corral fence, his thumbs hovering over his iPhone screen. The golden hour light was perfect—Instagram-worthy perfect—but his heart was doing that nervous flutte...
The baseball sat heavy in my glove, mocking me. Third base. Of course Coach put the new kid at the position where failure happens in slow motion. "You got this, Marcos!" Leo yelle...
My life was literally about to change. Finally, finally, I was going to raid with them — the cool group from Discord who'd been tolerating my lurking for months. Tonight was the ni...
Marcus's dad's papaya farm became our accidental movie set. "Natural lighting," Chloe claimed, though we all knew she just wanted to film somewhere her mom wouldn't randomly burst ...
Maya was running. Not the casual kind of running that happened when you were late to homeroom, but the kind where your lungs burned and your legs felt like they might detach from y...
I felt like such a spy, lurking behind the maple tree in Maya's backyard, watching her and her friends laugh while they played padel. My phone buzzed — Mom, again. "Don't forget yo...
The vitamin gummies clanked in my backpack as I walked toward the community center. Mom's idea, obviously — "for energy and focus" she'd said, handing me the bottle like it contain...
Maya pulled the brim of her dad's old baseball hat lower, suddenly grateful she'd swiped it from the closet. House parties weren't exactly her vibe, especially when the only person...
Maya stared at the mirror, the bathroom fluorescent humming like an anxious bee. Her hair—mousy brown, practically invisible—hung limp around her face. Exactly like her felt at Nor...
I was operating on approximately zero hours of sleep, moving through Jake's pool party like a **zombie** in one of those cheesy apocalypse movies we binge-watched last summer. Fina...
Maya's hair had been her hiding spot for three years. Since middle school, when someone in gym class called her frizzy curls "a bird's nest," she'd lived in beanies. Snapbacks, dad...