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Maya stared at her reflection, the orange hair dye staining her fingertips like a crime scene she'd committed on purpose. Her mom would freak. Probably ground her until college. Bu...
Marcus stood at the edge of the **pool**, clutching his dad's old snapback **hat** like it was some kind of shield. The thing was practically ancient, but wearing it made him feel ...
Maya Reyes had a reputation. Not the cool kind. She was Papaya Girl, thanks to the viral video of her dad passionately explaining fruit selection to customers at their bodega. "Pre...
The cable was out again. Third time this week, and naturally, it happened right when I was supposed to be binge-watching that show everyone at school was talking about. I stared at...
Maya's hands shook as she held the box of Electric Purple hair dye. Prom was in three days, and she was done playing it safe. Her natural brown hair had never felt like HER — just ...
Maya's palms were sweating again. That's what happened when Jordan walked into the cafeteria wearing his signature beanie—the one with the tiny palm tree embroidered on the fold, l...
Marcus felt like a **zombie**. Not the cool, Netflix kind with dramatic plotlines and surviving against impossible odds. No, he was the homework-deprived, social-battery-drained, w...
Marcus gripped the baseball bat until his knuckles turned white. Tryouts were tomorrow, and his swing felt about as natural as a fish riding a bicycle. "Dude, you're overthinking ...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically fill a water bottle. First house party of sophomore year, and she was already regretting everything. Why did she think weari...
Marcus's palms were sweating. Again. He rubbed them against his jeans, studying the dirt around home plate like it held the secrets to talking to girls without sounding like a comp...
Marcus stared at the orange bottle on the kitchen counter. Another day, another vitamin regimen his mom swore would make him faster, stronger, better. He popped the chalky pill wit...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water-ski on her own hands. Across the cafeteria sat Jason—Jason with the stupid perfect hair and the way he laughed like h...