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Maya's hair refused to cooperate. Again. She stood before her bathroom mirror, armed with straightener and hope, trying to tame the frizzy rebellion that had declared independence ...
Maya dragged herself to the baseball field like a zombie from one of those cheesy movies Leo obsessed over. Three hours of sleep, two AP exams, and one crushing anxiety about wheth...
Maya's hair was supposed to be the thing that finally made her visible. Three inches chopped, layers framing her face, the kind of effortless shag that looked like you didn't care ...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his beat-up dad hat like a shield. The sophomore spring splash party. Every instinct screamed to bolt. "Yo Marcus! You swimming or ...
The baseball field lights buzzed like angry hornets, casting everything in that weird yellow glow that makes everyone look like they're about to throw up. I stood at home plate, ba...
Maya's first day at Northwood High felt like climbing a social pyramid—each floor more exclusive than the last. She sat in the cafeteria, iPhone burning a hole in her pocket, scrol...
The invitations had been circulating all week on Snapchat, each one more desperate than the last. Riley's end-of-summer pool party. The social event of the season. And I, Maya Chen...
My first shift at GreenSip went exactly how you'd expect when your manager is a twenty-something who says things are "vibes." I was already sweating through my faded uniform when C...
Maya's palms were literally sweating through her grip on the padel racket. First week at Valley High and she'd already agreed to fill in for JV — what was she thinking? "You got t...
Marcus pulled his baseball cap lower, eyes scanning the chaos of Jace's backyard pool party. The invite had said zombie theme, but half these people were just in regular swimsuits ...
Maya's hands wouldn't stop shaking as she stared at her reflection in the pool deck glass. The chlorine smell hung heavy in the humid July air, mixing with cheap perfume and the co...
Marcus sat on the bench, his baseball glove practically glued to his hand. Not that Coach ever put him in—he was perpetually the backup, the eternal benchwarmer who'd maybe see one...