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Max stood at the plate, the baseball bat feeling heavier than usual. Freshman year, and somehow he'd made the JV team. Not because he was good—definitely not that—but because Coach...
Marcus stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at his reflection like it had personally betrayed him. His mom had finally let him dye the tips of his hair blue—well, "ocean-...
Maya's first week at Pacific Vista High had been exactly as catastrophic as she'd predicted. The kind of disaster that lives in your head rent-free forever. It happened in the caf...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate that morning, which felt like a personal attack from the universe. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame the frizzy rebellion into somethin...
Maya's hair had declared war on her humidity-filled fifteenth summer. She stood at the edge of Tyler's backyard party, watching her reflection in the sliding glass door—her normall...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, his heart hammering like it was trying to escape his chest. The regional finals. Everything he'd worked for since middle school boiled down to...
The pool deck at Miller's End-of-Summer Bash was basically a minefield of social suicide. My lucky baseball HAT sat two sizes too big on my head, hiding the disaster haircut my mom...
Maya's palms were sweating. Literally dripping. She wiped them on her jeans for the third time, leaving dark streaks on the denim, which honestly was just making everything worse. ...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her denim shorts, feeling like the biggest loser at sophomore orientation. Beach parties were supposed to be chill—Violet had p...
Maya's thumb hovered over her iPhone screen, heart racing as she stared at the private Instagram account she'd accidentally stumbled upon. Her ex-best friend Chloe had been posting...
Maya dragged herself through the hallway on Monday morning, feeling like a total zombie after staying up until 3 AM finishing her AP Euro essay. The fluorescent lights buzzed overh...
The **pool** glittered like liquid diamonds, but Maya stood frozen at the edge, clutching her towel like a lifeline. Everyone else was already in — Jake doing cannonballs off the d...