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Marcus had spent the entire summer welded to his Xbox, sustained by nothing but snacks and that sweet, sweet cable internet connection. His skin had practically achieved a transluc...
The carnival lights blurred until everything looked like neon cotton candy. Maya clutched her prize—a plastic bag containing one very confused goldfish she'd named Toast—while her ...
I never meant to become the girl who smuggled spinach into the country club bathroom, but here we are. It started with padel — the sport of the privileged, the velvet-rope version ...
Maya's palm was sweating so hard her iPhone kept sliding in her grip. Three weeks into freshman year, and she still hadn't figured out how to exist in the same orbit as the popular...
The orange cat showed up behind the dugout every day during practice, a dirty-bellied stray with one ear that refused to stand up. I named him Papi, after my grandfather who'd pass...
Maya stood outside the high school gym, clutching the ridiculous neon bucket hat her bestie Chloe dared her to wear. It glowed like radioactive highlighter against her dark curls. ...
Maya stared at the mirror in her bathroom, scissors trembling in her hand. The hair that fell past her shoulders, the same brown waves her best friend since third grade had always ...
Marcus stood at the plate, the **baseball** bat feeling heavier than it should. Around the diamond, his friends cheered like he was some kinda hero, but his palms were sweating eno...
Marcus's heart hammered like a bass drop as he stood outside Tyler's house. His signature orange hoodie felt too bright, too much, like he was screaming for attention when he just ...
Maya couldn't remember the last time she and Chloe had been real friends. Eighth grade had blown everything apart—Chloe got contacts and joined the volleyball team, while Maya stay...
The cable bill sat on the kitchen counter—another reminder that our house was falling apart at the seams. Dad's "we'll talk about it later" really meant "we're not talking about th...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, freshman year survival instincts kicking in. Her hair had been curly-frizzy-wild this morning, but now it hung straight and fl...