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Maya's summer wasn't supposed to start with a papaya. She was supposed to be at the community pool, finally **swimming** with the cool crowd, not standing in the middle of the scho...
Maya had spent three weeks mapping the lunchroom hierarchy from her corner table near the trash cans. At the apex of the pyramid sat the seniors—the ones whose Instagram stories ev...
Maya stood in the corner of Leo's basement, clutching her red Solo cup like it was a lifeline. First house party. Zero clue what she was doing. Everyone else seemed to know the sec...
Chloe adjusted the bucket hat for the third time, sweating through her thrifted oversized tee. This was it. Junior year. The party that would determine her entire social standing. ...
Marcus stood at the edge of the Riverview Community Pool, clutching his phone like a lifeline. The summer party was in full swing—kids cannonballing, speakers blasting Drake, and J...
Maya's phone buzzed on the cafeteria table. Her iphone lit up with a notification that made her stomach drop. @QUEENBEE_K: loved your post! we should hang 😉 "No way," whispered J...
Maya had perfected the art of invisibility in the high school cafeteria. She knew exactly which table provided the optimal angle for observing without being observed. The social py...
I'm drowning. Not the fun kind where you're swimming laps at the YMCA and your lungs burn but it feels earned. No, I'm swimming in a sea of my own awkward. Camp Wabanaki. Three we...
The bear suit smelled like sophomore year and desperation. Maya zipped it up, the fake fur itching against her arms, and adjusted the giant foam head. "You're on in five, bear," ...
Marcus stared at the empty aluminum cans stacked in a perfect pyramid on his nightstand—nine Red Bulls, three per row, his pre-game ritual that had become borderline superstitious....
Maya's frizzy halo of curls had declared war on humidity, and today of all days, she was losing. "Dude, your hair is literally a situation," said Jordan, cracking their gum while ...
Leo had spent three years chasing a tiny white ball with a wooden stick, living for the crack of the bat and the dirt cleating his calves. **Baseball** had been his entire personal...