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My lungs burned like I'd inhaled fire as I sprinted down the alley behind school. Again. Tyler and his crew never got tired of making my life miserable, and I never got tired of ru...
Maya's palms were sweating for two reasons: the humidity index was currently "nasty levels of gross," and Lucas Chen was currently leaning against the concession stand counter look...
My palms were sweating—again. I rubbed them against my shorts, leaving damp marks that would absolutely not help me blend in. "You coming to play padel?" Tyler asked, flashing tha...
Maya's palm was sweating against the plastic red cup, and she was pretty sure everyone noticed. Like, actually noticed. Not in the "oh I'm being paranoid" way, but in the "there's ...
Maya stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, adjusting the beanie for the hundredth time. It covered the disastrous home-dye job she'd attempted last night — now a patchy greenis...
Leo sat cross-legged on his floor, surrounded by a tangle of ethernet cables like some kind of tech explosion. His cat, Buttons, watched from the bed with those judgmental yellow e...
Maya gripped her **iphone** so hard her knuckles turned white. The group chat was blowing up — everyone was at the club, playing **padel**, posting stories with aesthetic geotags w...
The community pool closed at dusk, but that's when I found him. I'd been looking for Jordan everywhere. Texting, calling, even sliding into his older sister's DMs like a total cre...
The pool deck felt like a runway, and I was tripping over my own confidence. Three weeks before regionals, and I'd dyed my hair a disastrous orange—think traffic cone, not sunset. ...
The locker room smelled like chlorine and cheap body spray. Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in the bright orange hair she'd dyed two nights ago in a bathroom rebell...
The corn maze stretched before me like a green labyrinth, and somewhere inside, Leo had abandoned me. Again. "Dude, where are you?" I muttered, staring at my iPhone. The battery g...
Maya clutched the papaya like it was a grenade. Her mom had insisted she bring it to Jake's pool party, something about sharing their culture. Whatever. Maya just wanted to survive...