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Marcus was a total zombie by third period Spanish. His eyes burned, and Mr. Rodriguez's voice sounded like it was coming from underwater. Three nights of finals-week studying would...
I stood by the snack table like a **bull** in a china shop, which was exactly how I felt at Tyler's end-of-summer bash. Everyone else was chilling on the patio, being their natural...
The stupid **hat** was Maya's cousin's idea—a neon pink cowboy hat with a functioning LED brim that flashed "PARTY ANIMAL" in rainbow letters. She'd promised herself she'd wear it ...
Kayla's instagram feed was basically a shrine to Wellness Culture. Green juice at 7 AM. Yoga flow at noon. The exact same smile in every selfie. Her room looked like a GNC exploded...
Freshman year, Jason dubbed me "the dog" after I spent three months trailing Maya and her squad like a lost puppy. The nickname stuck—hard. By spring, I wasn't Sam anymore. I was t...
Maya stared at her reflection, willing her hair to cooperate. The school dance was in three hours, and her curls were staging a rebellion. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to ...
Maya stared at the fluorescent orange bottle in her hand. GUMMY VITAMIN D — the label screamed in all caps like it was trying too hard to be cool. Just like her. Just like this ent...
Maya's neon orange swimsuit glowed like a radioactive traffic cone against the sterile blue tiles of the community pool. She pulled her knees to her chest at the edge of lane six, ...
Marcus stood at the plate, the baseball bat feeling like a foreign object in his sweaty hands. The vitamin gummies his mom swore would make him stronger hadn't done squat for his c...
Maya's thumbs were practically vibrating over her iPhone screen as she hovered over the send button. The pool party invitation from Jason—the guy she'd been lowkey crushing on sinc...
Maya's life was basically a social pyramid scheme, and she was stuck at the bottom—right next to the lockers that always smelled like old gym socks. At Sierra Verde High, popularit...
My hair looked like a small animal had died on it. Not that it mattered when you're sprinting at full tilt toward the school parking lot. "Sam! Wait up!" I kept running. Milo's g...