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The cabin wifi was dead. Again. "Dude, are you serious?" Jordan groaned, holding his phone toward the ceiling like it was some kind of antenna ritual. "I promised Kai I'd FaceTime...
Maya's inner monologue was scrolling at 1.5x speed. **You literally cannot wear that,** her brain announced, helpfully projecting an image of her crush Jason's face if she walked i...
Maya's thumbs flew across her iPhone screen, frantically typing a text to Jordan—aka the most popular sophomore at Northwood High—while simultaneously jogging down Maple Street. Sh...
Kai's orange Conests were already two sizes too big when Jace's chocolate lab came barreling out of nowhere, knocking him straight into the cluster of goldfish bowls on the display...
Maya's first day at Northwood High, and she'd already committed fashion suicide. The vintage fedora—online purchase, $45, supposedly 'iconic'—was getting roasted by everyone in hom...
The orange jersey hung in my locker like a neon sign announcing: MARTA GARCIA IS TRYING TOO HARD. "You joining track?" Chloe asked, leaning against the lockers with her perfectly ...
The sun beat down on the concrete, turning the community pool into what everyone wanted and what terrified Maya. She stood at the chain-link fence, wearing her new two-piece—her fi...
Maya's hair was frizzing in the humidity, exactly as predicted. She smoothed it down for the twelfth time, checking her reflection in the dark window of Tyler's house. Music thumpe...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching a solo cup like it contained the antidote to social death. Around him, the Jefferson High baseball team splash-fought each other wit...
My hair was supposed to be a subtle trim. Just clean up the edges, my mom said. Instead, I walked out of Supercuts looking like a terrified hedgehog. "Dude, what happened?" Marcus...
The air smelled like chlorine and cheap sunscreen. I stood at the edge of the **pool**, toes curled against the concrete, heart hammering like I was about to jump off a cliff inste...
The baseball bat felt heavy in Maya's hands, which was stupid considering she'd been playing softball since third grade. But today, with Jordan watching from the bleachers—actually...