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The pressure to be perfect at Northwood High was turning me into a zombie. I'd been running on three hours of sleep and extra-large iced coffees for a week straight, my skin taking...
Maya's third-period lunch strategy was simple: become invisible. Slide through the cafeteria line like a ghost, grab the saddest-looking spinach salad (because nobody steals sad sp...
They called me Fox because I was always slipping away, dodging expectations like a wild thing through backyard fences. But when it came to baseball, I couldn't dodge anything—not t...
My summer was going swimmingly until the incident at Sarah's pool party. The invitation had come via iPhone, naturally—Sarah's Instagram story lighting up with POOL PARTY!!! and fl...
Mateo pulled his hat lower, trying to disappear into the brim. The buzz cut his mom had talked him into over spring break made him feel exposed, like his hair had betrayed him. Now...
Maya stared at the papaya like it was a math test she hadn't studied for. It sat there on the counter, looking weirdly alien, like something that belonged in a sci-fi movie instead...
Maya felt like a total zombie as she slid into the lawn chair, three hours of sleep the night before catching up with her. The pool party was in full swing—literally. Kids were swi...
The papaya sat in my Tupperware like a radioactive accident. Mom meant well, packing me something 'from home' for my first week at Northwood High, but nothing screams social suicid...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, gripping her iphone like it was her only lifeline. The summer bash at Jordan's house was supposed to be her chance to finally break into the pop...
Maya's hair was doing that thing again—that frizzy halo that made her feel like a walking, talking electrocuted cat. She tugged her beanie down, practically molding it to her skull...
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, frantically fixing my eyeliner for the third time. Tonight was Jordan's party—THE party of the sophomore year—and if I didn't look flawless...
Maya clutched her orange vitamin water bottle like a shield while standing at the edge of the lunch courtyard. Two weeks into sophomore year, and she still hadn't found her people....