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Maya stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the vintage orange hat that smelled like her grandmother's closet. It was ridiculous. It was perfect. Protocol for surviving sophomore ...
Jordan's mouth still tasted like that spinach smoothie his health-obsessed mom forced on him before the pool party. He tugged his neon orange swim trunks up, feeling ridiculous. Wh...
Jordan's grand plan started in the cafeteria during third period, right between the soggy tater tots and the social hierarchy that looked less like a ladder and more like a **pyram...
Maya's secret wasn't that she was into girls—that she'd figured out last year. Her secret was weirder. She read palms at the back of the cafeteria during lunch for three bucks a po...
The neon orange bucket hat was supposed to be my armor. 'It's giving main character energy,' Maya had said when I bought it, and I believed her because Maya was always right about ...
Maya's first day at Juicy Jay's Smoothie Shack was already a disaster. She'd spilled orange juice all over her apron, and now Tyler—the bull of sophomore class—stood at the counter...
Marco's vintage **baseball** cap sat three inches deep on his head. It was his security blanket, his anti-eye-contact shield, and he was freaking out about what lay beneath it. ...
I felt like a walking zombie after finals week — three days of surviving on energy drinks and panic, my brain completely fried. But Maya's pool party was non-negotiable. Social sui...
Marcus dragged himself through the front door feeling like a straight-up zombie. 6 AM baseball practice would do that to you—especially when you'd been up until 2 AM doomscrolling ...
The basement wasn't supposed to flood during summer. But there I was, sixteen years old, standing in three inches of murky water while my parents argued with the insurance company ...
Maya's mom stood in the kitchen doorway, waving the orange bottle like it was a weapon. "You forgot your vitamin again. You're gonna get scurvy or something.""Mom, that's pirates,"...
The party was already in full swing when I arrived, fashionably late and psychosomatically nauseous. Through the chain-link fence, I could see everyone in the pool area—Jake's perf...