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Chloe tugged the brim of her bucket hat lower, trying to disappear. The pool party was everyone's Instagram story come to life—sun, music, floaties shaped like pizza slices and fla...
Jake's plan to scale the social pyramid at Northwood High had exactly three steps, and he'd already failed step one twice. The pyramid—those terrifying tiered tables in the cafeter...
Maya's palms were literally sweating through her phone case. First high school party, and she was already five minutes in wanting to yeet herself back home. The music thumped again...
My first week at Northwood High and I was already vibrating with that specific type of anxiety that makes your palms sweat and your stomach do backflips. I'd managed to score an in...
Maya adjusted her beanie for the fiftieth time, pulling it down to cover the edges of her newly chopped hair. The pixie cut had seemed like such a good idea yesterday—bold, empower...
Fox—that's what everyone called Maya, thanks to her copper hair and the way she could slip out of any situation, tightrope-walking through sophomore year without getting caught in ...
Maya's first week at Northwood High felt like walking through a minefield of social cues she didn't understand. The hat — her dad's oversized fedora that she'd stolen from his clos...
The day my life turned into a complete vibe shift started with a vintage orange hat I found at a thrift store for six bucks. I was sixteen, desperate to reinvent myself before juni...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she thought her phone might slip right out of her hand and sink to the bottom of the pool. The massive house loomed ahead, thumping bass already ...
Marcus was running late for practice again, his cleats slapping against the pavement in a rhythm that matched his racing heart. Freshman year at Lincoln High wasn't exactly the glo...
Maya's hair was supposed to be subtle highlights. Maybe a little honey-blonde warmth to shake up her usual look before sophomore year. Instead, she left the bathroom mirror staring...
I stood awkwardly at the pool's edge, clutching a plastic bag containing my prize goldfish from the fair earlier that day. The poor fish kept swimming into the corners of its tempo...