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My palms were sweating through the polyester bear costume. Again. "You okay in there, Teddy?" yelled Marcus, our student body president, from outside the mascot head. I could prac...
I felt like a straight-up zombie. Finals week had turned my brain into mush, and apparently the only cure was being dragged to Tyler's pool party. His parents were loaded—the kind ...
Leo's cap was pulled low—baseball style, just like the pros. The hat hid the catastrophe that was his bangs, butchered by his sister's craft scissors yesterday. Now he stood at Spi...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tugging at her wild curls. Another bad hair day, and of course it had to be school picture day. Her iPhone dinged with notifications — friend...
Maya's first house party. The one where everything was supposed to be different — new Maya, confident Maya, not the girl who still sat with her mom at family dinners. She stood in ...
I knew agreeing to help chaperone the middle school swimming party was a mistake the second I stepped onto the pool deck. The humidity hit me like a wall, smelling of chlorine and ...
Maya's mom had dropped her off ten minutes early, which meant ten awkward minutes standing by the gym entrance. She grabbed a seat on the concrete ledge and pulled an orange from h...
The cat was giving me judgment eyes from the windowsill. Even Mrs. Whiskers knew I was about to humiliate myself. "You got this, Nora!" Liam yelled from the pitcher's mound. His h...
Marcus stood outside the 7-Eleven, rain plastering his hair to his forehead. He gripped the plastic bag containing his new goldfish—won from that rigged carnival game—like it was a...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, chlorine stinging his nose the way it always did before practice. The water shimmered under the fluorescent lights—his sanctuary, the only pla...
My life was basically a human goldfish bowl—everyone watching, nowhere to hide. Until Jake noticed. I'd been crushing on Jake since he made that diving catch in right field during...
Maya's fingers pruned in the water, another 4 AM practice, another day of feeling like prey in someone else's hunt. Coach called her "little fox" — always finding gaps, slipping th...