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Maya's cat, Binx, head-butted her ankle at 7:03 AM—exactly three minutes before she needed to leave for school. Sometimes she suspected Binx was actually a spy sent by the universe...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her jeans for the third time, grateful the dim gym lights hid her nerves. The Spring Fling was two hours away, and she was curr...
Maya dragged herself through the hallway feeling like a straight-up zombie. Three hours of sleep thanks to that history paper would do that to you. Her mom had shoved some chewy vi...
Maya's oversized snapback was basically her emotional support hat. Pull it low, become invisible. That was the code. But today, in Mr. Rivera's mythology class, invisibility wasn't...
Marcus adjusted his dad's faded camouflage hat, trying to look like he belonged at the county fair. The oversized hat kept sliding over his eyes, but he refused to take it off—Kyli...
I knew the rumors about the padel court. Kids whispered it was where athletes got tested, where cliques got solidified. Where the bull - Marcus, the varsity tennis captain who'd be...
The pool party at Tyler's house was exactly the kind of social hazard I'd been avoiding all summer. But Maya had practically dragged me there, claiming I needed to "stop being such...
Marcus slid into the booth at Blaze Pizza, his eyes doing that chaotic thing they do when he's about to drag me into something questionable. His phone was already face-up on the ta...
My hair looked like a small, terrified animal had nested in it overnight. I stared into the bathroom mirror, wondering why I thought cutting my own bangs at 2 AM was ever a good id...
Jordan's life was basically baseball. Well, baseball and the group chat that blew up his iPhone 24/7. When he wasn't at practice, he was analyzing game footage or watching some rec...
The school mascot—a giant fiberglass sphinx—loomed over Maya as she leaned against its chipped paw base, water bottle sweating in her hand. Tryouts for the cross-country team were ...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically fill a water bottle. This was it—the moment she'd been lowkey freaking out about for two weeks. She stared at her reflecti...