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I was basically a **zombie** by third period—dead inside, shuffling through hallways, surviving on three hours of sleep and an iced coffee that was melting faster than my will to e...
Maya's fingers hovered over the screen as her instagram feed scrolled through perfectly filtered lives. Her iphone burned in her hand like a guilty secret. Everyone at Lincoln High...
Maya's been wearing the same black beanie every day since seventh grade. It's her shield—pull it down, vanish a little. The world sees the hat first, Maya second. Then there's Leo...
Leo never thought his summer would involve staring at a salad on live television, but here he was. The community cable station internship was supposed to be his ticket to film scho...
Maya gripped her iPhone like a lifeline, thumb hovering over Jake's text from three hours ago. You coming tonight? Her stomach did that familiar flip-flop thing it did whenever she...
Maya's hair frizzed in the July humidity as she leaned against the chain-link fence, watching the popular kids dominate the country club pool. Crystal and her perfect curls floated...
Maya's lungs burned like she'd swallowed fire, but she kept pushing. The track blurred beneath her orange Nikes — Coach's old pair, handed down like some kind of legacy she wasn't ...
The pool party was supposed to be casual. Just the team hanging after our winning season, celebrating like normal people who didn't just crush Central High for the first time in tw...
The chlorine from the pool still clung to my skin as I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at my hair. Three hours and a box dye kit later, and I looked like a radioacti...
Leo's summer was supposed to be about boosting his college apps, maybe volunteering somewhere respectable. Instead, he found himself at the rec center teaching padel to seventh gra...
Maya's thumbs hovered over her cracked **iphone** screen, the Instagram story from Kylie's party already burning through her feed. The caption read: best night ever 💫 but Maya had ...
My lucky hat sat crooked on my head—well, technically it was stolen from my older brother, but details. I'd spent twenty minutes perfecting the tilt in the bathroom mirror because ...