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Maya stared at the plastic cup filled with what looked like radioactive sludge. Across the lunch table, Jordan grinned like he'd just won the lottery. "Drink it," Jordan said, his...
Taylor clutched the plastic bag containing carnival-prize goldfish against her chest, the orange fish swimming frantic circles as she stood at the edge of Jessica's pool party. Som...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even stepped onto the patio. Jessica's end-of-summer pool party. The social event of the season, and I was standing there feeling like the most a...
Maya stared at her reflection, phone propped against the mirror displaying a tutorial that had like, three million views. Her cousin's quinceañera was in two hours and her eyeliner...
Jordan's snapback sat backwards on his head, a second skin he wouldn't dare remove. Not at Tyler's party. Not when Chloe—the one who'd been ghosting his DMs for two weeks—was final...
The mechanical bull at Miller's Arcade mocked me with its painted-on smirk, its vinyl hide gleaming under the fluorescent lights. I'd already wiped out twice, my jeans grass-staine...
The **palm** trees swayed in the Coachella Valley heat as Maya clutched her **iPhone** like a lifeline. Sixteen and already exhausted from maintaining three different Instagram per...
Maya's first high school party was supposed to be legendary. Instead, she was pressed against the basement wall, nursing a flat orange soda, watching everyone else live their best ...
Maya's legs burned as she rounded the track, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps. Running wasn't her thing—it was Sophie's. But her best friend had been distant lately, too ca...
Maya's legs burned as she rounded the track, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Coach Miller had told her she had potential—cross-country could be her thing. But honestly? She most...
Maya pulled the brim of her dad's vintage trucker hat low, trying to disappear. The pool party raged behind her—laughter, splashing, the thumping bass of whatever viral song was co...
Jordan pulled the beanie down lower, trying to disappear into the bleachers. At fifteen, being the new kid at Miller High felt like wearing a neon sign that said PLEASE DON'T NOTIC...