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The pool deck at Tyler's house was basically a social minefield, and Maya was standing right in the middle of it in her brand-new orange bikini that she'd spent thirty whole minute...
The county fair smelled like funnel cakes and desperation, which honestly described my entire Friday night. Standing between the Tilt-A-Whirl and the livestock pavilion while Jorda...
Maya's mom was definitely going to kill her. The cracked **iPhone** lay on the kitchen counter like evidence of a crime, its spiderweb screen mocking her poor life choices. "You d...
Maya's mom had been going through It since the divorce. The It manifesting differently each week — meditation phase, kickboxing phase, now the crystal healing phase. The apartment ...
Leo smoothed the brim of his dad's vintage trucker hat for the fiftieth time, checking his reflection in the darkened **iPhone** screen. Summer transformation: complete. Or at leas...
My hair has a personality of its own — specifically, a chaotic one that refuses to be tamed by products, prayers, or the $45 smoothing serum I wasted my allowance on. Standing in f...
The chlorine hit Maya's nose before she even saw the pool. Another Friday at Tyler's house, another chance to feel like she didn't belong. She tugged at her swimsuit straps, hyper-...
The carnival goldfish sat in its bag on my nightstand, its tiny orange body shimmering under my LED strip lights. I'd named it Sphinx because it had this mysterious vibe, just floa...
The fox tattoo wrapped around Lucas's ankle like a secret, ink letters spelling F O X in vine letters that climbed toward his calf. Everyone said he was crazy like a fox — unpredic...
Mateo's sneakers squeaked against the pristine court as he gripped the padel racquet, his palms sweating through his borrowed shorts. This was supposed to be summer camp, not a cou...
Maya's palms were sweating, which was gross and definitely not the vibe she wanted to project on her first day of junior year. She wiped them on her jeans—again—and stared at the r...
Maya's life officially became a disaster on Taco Tuesday, when a rogue chunk of **spinach** lodged itself in her front teeth right as Jake—the absolute finest sophomore at Franklin...