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Running through the humid Miami streets, papaya juice dripping down my chin, I felt like a total spy in my own neighborhood. The regular kids at school would never guess that strai...
Maya's dad dropped her off at the house party, his ancient beige Corolla practically radiating uncool energy. She adjusted her orange beanie, pulling it low over her eyebrows. It w...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her cutoff jeans for the third time, clutching her iPhone like it was a lifeline. Which, honestly, it kind of was. "You're act...
Maya's stomach did that thing it always did when she was nervous—like a tiny trapped **cat** clawing at her insides. This was it. The first party of sophomore year. At Tyler Mason'...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even opened the gate. Another Saturday at the Ridgewood pool, another day of trying not to look like I'd rather be literally anywhere else. "Yo,...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate that morning, standing up in three different directions like it had its own personality. She groaned, slapping another handful of gel onto the mess...
The orange hoodie was a mistake. Definitely a mistake. Standing out like a radioactive traffic cone at the one baseball game where HE might actually notice me. "You good, Maya?" R...
The orange hallway lights flickered, casting everything in this weird, sickly glow that made Thursday afternoons feel like the end of the world. I was practically speed-walking to ...
When Mr. Henderson announced the tryouts for the school mascot position, I'd been vibing in the back row, half-listening, mostly wondering if Maya would notice my new haircut. Then...
I'd been planning my entrance for days. The new friend group—Lila's squad, the ones who sat at the best lunch table and posted aesthetic padel court photos on weekends—had finally ...
The fluorescent lights of the grocery store hummed against the Thursday night boredom. Marcus adjusted his backwards cap, scanning the cereal aisle like he had somewhere important ...
I was operating on pure caffeine and zero sleep when Jordan leaned against my locker during third period. "You look like a zombie," she said, grinning. That was Jordan—always brut...