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The last thing Maya wanted to do was spend her Friday night running laps around the neighborhood while everyone else was at Tyler's pool party. But Coach was relentless about summe...
First day of varsity baseball tryouts and my stomach was doing cartwheels. Coach Miller stood at the plate, barking orders like he'd invented the sport itself. "Bennett! You're up...
The cafeteria was a minefield, and I was walking through it with spinach stuck in my braces. "You got a little... thing," Maya said, gesturing at her own teeth. I froze. This was ...
Maya's older brother Jay burst through the front door, eyes wide with that terrifying enthusiasm that usually meant Maya was about to regret everything. "Yo, little sis, I've got ...
Maya stood in front of the mirror, fingers shaking as she adjusted the orange beanie—her hat, technically, but 'hat' felt too small for what this accessory represented: a social in...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his phone like it was a lifeline. The WiFi out here was practically nonexistent, and the ethernet cable dangling from the backyard r...
Leo pulled his beanie hat lower, practically disappearing into its wool embrace. First day of sophomore year, and he'd already decided: new Leo. Confident Leo. Leo who didn't hide ...
The bathroom scissors glinted under fluorescent lights as Maya stared at her reflection. Twelve years of never-ending waves cascaded down her back—the hair her mom always called "h...
The charging cable lay frayed on my bedroom floor, a casualty of too many yanks and midnight panic attacks. Like me and Jasmine since the incident last Friday. Three days. Seventy...
The sky turned that sickly green color right around the seventh inning stretch — nature's way of saying 'pack it in, losers.' But Coach Miller wasn't having it. This was the semifi...
The cat found me on my third day of being the new girl—curled behind the cafeteria dumpster, calico fur matted with something I didn't want to identify. I was technically there to ...
The chlorine smell hits you before you even see the blue water. That's how I knew summer had officially started—and that I was officially the new pool boy at Pinecrest Country Club...