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Leo wiped sweat from his forehead as another twelve-year-old cannonballed into the pool, sending a wave of chlorinated water over his sandals. Three more hours of this, then he cou...
Liam stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, vitamin C tablet dissolving on his tongue like his courage. His mom had pushed the whole bottle on him yesterday—"for your imm...
Maya felt like a zombie at Tyler's party, phone clutched in her sweating palm. Her Instagram feed was a graveyard of everyone having more fun than her. Three weeks into freshman ye...
I looked like a zombie. Not even a cool Netflix zombie—just the gross kind with purple circles under my eyes and hair that had given up somewhere around third period. "You alive, ...
The Friday before sophomore year, Maya found herself at Jenna's pool party — bottom of the social food chain, clutching a plastic cup of orange Fanta like it was a lifeline. Acros...
Marcus's palms were practically dripping as he stood at the plate, the bat feeling slippery in his hands. This wasn't even a real game—just an after-school pickup thing at the park...
Leo's hands shook as he adjusted the giant foam bear head. This was it — his first varsity baseball game as Benny the Bear, Westwood High's mascot. Inside the suit, he was practica...
The hat was everything. A pristine, cream-colored dad hat Maya'd spent three weeks' allowance on—her armor against the humiliation of being the new girl who didn't know anyone at c...
The pool party hummed with that specific kind of teenage energy—part excitement, part desperation to be seen. Marcus stood at the edge, clutching his iphone like a lifeline. His th...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame the frizzy disaster into something approaching cute, but her reflection showed a bird's nest instead...
The fluorescent lights buzzed above me as I stood behind the concession stand counter, watching the baseball team practice through the chain-link fence. Jake Martinez was at bat, h...
Maya smoothed down her favorite vintage bucket hat, checking her reflection for the tenth time. The hat was her armor—without it, she felt naked, exposed to the brutal social hiera...