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Mikey shuffled into third period English feeling like the walking dead. Three hours of Fortnite the night before will do that to you. His brain was basically a zombie at this point...
Maya's hands shook as she held the box of orange hair dye. The shade on the packaging screamed 'Electric Sunset' — the exact opposite of the 'natural brunette' her mom kept pressur...
The pool water shimmered like liquid sapphire, but Maya couldn't appreciate it. Not with her heart doing jumping jacks every time she glanced at Sam, who was currently balancing a ...
The neon lights of Maya's basement party throbbed against my skull as I leaned against the papaya-colored wall, trying to look like I belonged. My first high school party, and I wa...
The orange Converse were a mistake. Definitely a mistake. Maya stared at her feet in second period, certain every single person in Mr. Henderson's English class was secretly spying...
The cable dangling from my bedroom ceiling had been frayed for months—another thing on Mom's never-ending to-do list. But at 14, I had bigger problems than home maintenance. I was ...
The papaya sat on the kitchen counter like an alien artifact, its mottled yellow-orange skin judging my life choices. "You're actually going through with this?" Maya leaned agains...
The pyramid stared back at me from Maya's basement ceiling — a bunch of those colorful plastic cups arranged into a literal triangle of doom. Beer pong championship finals, and som...
The Thursday before spring break, I stood in line at the carnival behind the Tilt-A-Whirl, watching my life supposedly get predicted by a woman with glittery purple eyeshadow and w...
Maya pulled her bucket hat down lower, eyes scanning the chaos of Tyler's backyard pool party. Everyone from sophomore year seemed to be there, splashing in the pool, their bodies ...
Marcus adjusted his sunglasses, feeling like a total fraud. Here he was, at Jessica Chen's legendary pool party, pretending he belonged. He'd been standing by the snack table for t...
Maya's iPhone 7 screen was practically held together by hope and clear tape. The charging cable only worked if you bent it at exactly forty-five degrees, like some ancient ritual s...