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The pool party at Jordan's house was literally the social event of the summer, and I was vibrating with anxiety. My older brother Marcus had called me a chicken all week for being ...
The pool party at Jessica's house was supposed to be my moment. I'd been crushing on her since seventh grade, and tonight — with freshly gelled hair and my lucky graphic tee — I wa...
Maya's high school operated like a pyramid scheme, except the only currency was clout and the payout was pure anxiety. At the base: everyone who wasn't on varsity anything. In the ...
Maya stood in front of the bathroom mirror, applying the third layer of orange lip gloss. Homecoming was in two hours, and she was currently experiencing what her therapist called ...
I was dead. Literally functioning on zero sleep after spending all night doom-scrolling, but here I was, standing at the deep end of Jessica Martinez's pool, my pale body on full d...
Maya's new summer routine started with her mom shoving a bottle at her before breakfast. "Take your **vitamin** D, honey. You're practically a vampire living in your room." Maya s...
Maya's thumb hovered over her iphone screen, the glow illuminating her darkened bedroom at 2:47 AM. Three notifications from the group chat that used to be her entire world, now re...
My cat Bastet judged me from the windowsill as I practiced my padel serve against the garage door. Again. "You're embarrassing yourself," my older sister Mia called from the drive...
The hat sat on my head like a neon sign screaming 'I DON'T BELONG HERE.' Mom had insisted it would complete my 'authentic baseball experience,' but nothing says 'I've never held a ...
Maya's thumbs hovered over her iPhone screen, the glow illuminating her hiding spot behind the dumpster. Three new notifications. Three potential disasters. She'd been at Skylar's ...
The backyard felt like a social experiment I was failing. Every corner of Rick's house held clusters of people I didn't know, their laughter forming invisible barriers. I'd been ru...
My mom's latest phase? "Functional nutrition." Which is code for: our fridge now looks like a salad bar vomited in it. I'm staring at a plastic container of spinach—actual spinach—...