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Maya's hand shook as Ms. Henderson placed her palm on the folding table. The whole sophomore class was watching from the gym bleachers, forming what someone had dubbed the "pyramid...
Maya's palms were sweating — gross, but real. She crouched behind the cracked concrete wall, Jordan pressed beside her, both of them decked out in all black like they were in some ...
The social pyramid at Northwood High had been firmly established since kindergarten, and Maya had resigned herself to occupying space somewhere near the middle—invisible but safe. ...
The bathroom mirror showed exactly what I didn't want to see: my curly hair had staged a full-on rebellion. Picture a frizz explosion that could rival any science experiment gone w...
The baseball field smelled like cut grass and anxiety. TJ adjusted his cap, sweat stinging his eyes. Bottom of the ninth, bases loaded, two outs. The biggest game of his sixteen-ye...
Layla's world ended the Tuesday her dad moved out. Now she was sixteen and living two lives — Mom's house (Rules: Anger Silence Frozen Pizza) and Dad's apartment (Rules: Pretend Ev...
Maya felt like a zombie. Not the cool, dramatic kind from movies—the regular kind, the one that shows up to third period AP History on four hours of sleep and survives on vending m...
The bonfire crackled behind me, but I couldn't feel its warmth. Not with what I'd just heard. "You told him?" I stared at my best friend, my palms suddenly sweating against my pho...
Leo's fedora sat crooked on his head, a desperate attempt to channel main character energy into his otherwise background-character existence. The hat was his armor against the ruth...
The cafeteria at Northwood High operated like a carefully constructed pyramid. At the apex sat the varsity jacket crew, their laughter cascading down the social hierarchy like expe...
Maya's hand shook as she gripped her iphone, the screen illuminating her desperation in the darkened bedroom. Thirteen unread messages from Emma. Are you coming? Everyone's asking....
Maya's hair had always been her most distinctive feature — a wild cloud of tight coils that she'd spent years trying to tame with expensive products and even more expensive salon a...