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Marcus stood behind the snack bar counter, already regretting everything. The community pool hummed with Friday afternoon chaos—shrieking kids, the sharp scent of chlorine, and wor...
Maya's purple hair was supposed to be her rebellion, her I-don't-care-what-anyone-thinks statement for sophomore year. Instead, it came out looking like a bruised grape. And now, s...
The coaxial cable dangled from Leo's bedroom wall like a dead snake, its end frayed where he'd yanked it from the wall during last night's fight with his dad. Not exactly the vibe ...
Maya stared at the mirror, horrified. The box promised 'sun-kissed copper' but her hair was now violently, undeniably orange. Like, traffic cone orange. Fanta orange. Goldfish crac...
Marcus's lunch sat on the cafeteria table like a neon declaration of his uncoolness. His mom, deep in her holistic wellness era, had packed him a papaya-spinach smoothie in a mason...
The baseball cap wouldn't stay put. Every time Maya leaned forward, her wild curls escaped like they were plotting a jailbreak, which was exactly why she'd shoved the team hat low ...
My palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping wet. Which was exactly why I'd spent the last hour hiding them in my pockets at Tyler's end-of-summer rager. "You gonna stand there...
Maya stared at her lunch tray like it contained the secrets of the universe. Which, in her current social crisis, it basically did. A sad pile of spinach lay next to a smashed sand...
Kai's stomach did backflips as they sat across from Avery at Panera, their knee bouncing under the table. This was it. The hangout. Possibly a date. Definitely chaos. "So," Avery ...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood at the edge of Jake's pool, clutching her red Solo cup like a lifeline. This was it — the party of the summer, and she was finally invited...
The **lightning** flashed across the sky, illuminating the empty baseball field where I sat alone. Again. Third time this week my crush Dakota had blown me off with some weak excus...
The screen of Maya's cracked **iphone** glowed in the darkness of her bedroom at 2 AM. Another Instagram story from Bryce's party. She wasn't invited. Again. Maya groaned and thr...