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Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could barely grip the racquet. Great first impression, she thought, wiping her hands on her shorts for the third time. "You ready, newbie?" c...
Maya's hair had been perfect that morning—cascading in intentional waves down her back, the product her mom swore by making it smell like coconut dreams. Now it hung plastered agai...
The papaya incident was officially the worst thing that happened to me all summer. Scratch that — all year. "Dude, you good?" Marcus asked, trying to suppress a laugh as I frantic...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically fill a water bottle. Which would've been useful, considering her throat felt like the Sahara. Tonight was homecoming, and sh...
Maya's vintage thrift store bucket hat sat crushed at the bottom of her locker, a casualty of the hallway stampede between third and fourth period. She fished it out, reshaping the...
Maya's goggles fogged up as she pretended to adjust her swim cap, actually angling for a better view of the senior lane. Being a freshman on varsity came with serious social terrai...
Maya's life was over. Officially. At least, that's what it felt like staring at her cracked iPhone screen, watching the view count tick past twelve thousand on the video her cousin...
Marcus stood by the corral fence, his heart hammering like a bass drop at homecoming. The dusty arena air smelled like adrenaline and regret. This was NOT how he'd planned to spend...
Maya stood at the bottom of the cafeteria social pyramid, clutching her tray like a shield. Above her sat the varsity athletes, the AP overachievers, the somehow-effortlessly-cool ...
Maya felt like a **zombie** walking into the cafeteria, her brain fried from three hours of sleep and Mr. Henderson's AP Bio test. Her **iPhone** buzzed in her pocket — probably an...
The invitation sat on my desk like a dare. CHLOE'S POOL PARTY — BE THERE OR BE SQUARE. Classic Chloe, with her perfect hair and her perfect life and her way of making everyone feel...
Marcus stood at the edge of the **pool**, chlorine stinging his nose, feeling like the only person at Jessica's end-of-summer bash who didn't get the memo about existing. Everyone ...