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Marcus adjusted his fedora—yes, a fedora, because eighth-grade Marcus thought it made him look mysterious instead of like a lost ventriloquist act—and stared at the invitation in h...
Maya's third-day curls were fighting a losing battle with the humidity, her natural **hair** frizzing into what Jamal called "the lion look" when he picked her up. She'd spent fort...
I never thought I'd be grateful for a vegetable delivery accident until the day Jason Mercer caught me staring at him through the security cameras. "Spinach spill in aisle three,"...
Tyler's palms were sweating through his fingerless gloves as he stood at the bottom of the concrete pyramid at CreekSide Skate Park. This was it — the final challenge of the summer...
Maya's dad called it 'cross-training.' Maya called it absolute humiliation. Three weeks ago, she'd been the star of the swim team, cutting through water like she was born to it. N...
Chloe stood at the edge of the community pool, clutching her towel like a security blanket. The first day of junior year swim tryouts, and she felt like a total cat caught in headl...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tugging at the frizz that had exploded overnight. The humidity had declared war on her hair, and honestly? Her hair was winning. Perfect timi...
The padel court at my country club was basically high school society in miniature — a literal pyramid with Tyler at the top, his crew of varsity-jacket-wearing minions in the middl...
The bull that lived in my house — aka my older brother, Marcus — had spent the last three weeks telling me I'd never make varsity track as a freshman. "You're delusional, Lil," h...
Maya clutched her iPhone 12 like a lifeline, her thumb hovering over Jordan's contact. They'd been lab partners all semester, and somehow in the chaos of finals week, she'd never a...
Maya's sixteen birthday party was supposed to be legendary—her first beach bonfire, the whole squad there. But instead of living it up, she was stuck on a log, nursing a lukewarm s...
The humidity had already declared war on Maya's hair by 10 AM. She stared in the mirror, watching her perfectly straightened strands morph into something resembling a poodle that h...