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Maya stood in front of the school's social pyramid—literally. The freshman class had built it out of recycled cardboard for the homecoming parade, and somehow she'd gotten stuck pa...
The pool party was supposed to be Maya's moment. Finally invited to something, finally part of the scene. She stood by the edge in her orange bikini—that her mom said was too brigh...
The sky turned that gross yellow-green color right before seventh period, but Coach Miller made us run anyway. 'Lightning isn't close yet,' he'd said, checking his phone like that ...
Maya stared at her lunch tray like it was a crime scene. The cafeteria at Northwood High felt less like a cafeteria and more like a runway show where everyone knew the choreography...
Maya's first week at Northwood High felt like walking through a minefield blindfolded. The cafeteria alone was a battlefield of social codes she couldn't decode. Who sat where. Wha...
Leo's lucky baseball hat sat crushed at the bottom of his backpack, gathering dust alongside his confidence. Three months ago, he'd been the starting pitcher with a wicked curvebal...
Maya smoothed her vintage crop top for the fiftieth time, checking her reflection in the hallway mirror. Her older sister Chloe leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, radiatin...
The summer air hung thick and sticky as I wiped my palms on my shorts, gripping the padel racquet like it owed me money. Across the net, Tyler smacked a ball that spun straight tow...
Maya pulled the brim of her dad's old fedora lower over her eyes. The hat had become her shield lately, a way to scan the cafeteria without being scanned back. Not that anyone was ...
I'd been running from Marcus's crew since freshman year. Literally and figuratively. My cross-country times were solid, but whenever the varsity quarterback bull-ied me into the ca...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her jeans—subtly, she hoped—and adjusted the oversized baseball cap she'd practically lived in since seventh grade. It was her ...
I felt like a zombie walking into school that Monday—three hours of sleep will do that to you. My iphone buzzed in my pocket like a nervous heartbeat, but I ignored it. I knew what...