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Marcus stood before the bathroom mirror, carefully applying his mom's anti-acne cream. The glossy container promised it was packed with every vitamin known to dermatology, but Marc...
Maya's legs burned like she'd been running through actual fire, not just the last quarter mile of the cross-country meet. She bent over, hands on knees, gulping water from the foun...
The bathroom mirror showed a different version of me — version 2.0, unapologetic edition. My hair, formerly a mousy brown that could disappear in a crowd, now burned the most radio...
Maya's vintage bucket hat felt like a force field against the judgment radiating from Jason's basement. She gripped her vitamin water—her mom insisted she bring something "non-alco...
Maya's sweaty palms gripped the padel racket so hard her knuckles turned white. This was it—her chance to finally climb the social pyramid at the Sunset Beach Club, where the popul...
Maya stared at her reflection, finger hovering over her iPhone screen. The selfie timer counted down: 3, 2, 1. The flash caught the disastrous truth—her hair, supposed to be a coo...
The papaya sat on my desk like a neon orange grenade, threatening to expose me as the try-hard I secretly was. My mom had packed it in my lunch — complete with a "For my sweet boy!...
The backyard party was already in full swing, strings of fairy lights weaving between the palm trees that lined the Hernandez's pool. Maya's palms were sweating so much she had to ...
The sphinx statue outside the community center had seen better days. Its nose was chipped, and someone had drawn eyebrows on it with Sharpie. But mostly, it just watched. That's ho...
Mateo's first week as a junior counselor at Camp Pinecrest was exactly what he expected: mostly cleaning up spilled Gatorade and trying not to look like a total loser in front of t...
The sun beat down on the outdoor padel court as Mia wiped her sweaty palms on her neon tennis skirt for the third time. This was supposed to be casual Friday hits with the new tran...
Maya's palms were sweating. Literally sweating. She wiped them on her jeans for the third time, trying to play it cool even though her heart was doing cartwheels. "You ready for t...