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Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his phone like a lifeline. The Friday night rager at Tyler's house was exactly what he'd feared — too many people, too much noise, a...
Marcus stood in the corner of the recreation center, shoulders hunched like he was trying to disappear into his oversized hoodie. The social pyramid at Lincoln High was crystal cle...
Maya's phone buzzed with the address. 10:47 PM. Her first real party. Not a birthday gathering with cake and board games, but an actual high school party with the cool kids from AP...
Maya's first week at Northwood High felt like climbing a social pyramid she hadn't signed up for. The cafeteria alone had more tiers than Ancient Egypt, and somehow she'd landed in...
The neon orange padel ball whizzed past my ear, smacking the back wall with a satisfying thwack. I flinched anyway. "You're thinking too much, Maya," Jordan said, spinning his rac...
The spinach hit my blender with a wet thwack. Mom's new phase: "Wellness Summer 2024." I was three weeks in and still waiting for the glowing skin and boundless energy she promised...
My palms were definitely not being chill. Damp and trembling, I stood near the plastic red solo cups, feeling completely out of place at my first high school party. The air was th...
The hat stayed pulled low. Always. It was basically part of my personality at this point. "You coming, or what?" Maya called from the padel court, racket bouncing against her hip ...
Maya's hair refused to behave that morning. It frizzed and rebelled like it knew she was already spiraling. Student council elections in three days, and she couldn't even control h...
The heat wave had turned everything into a sauna, including my nervous system. I stood at the edge of the Hendersons' pool, clutching my towel like it was a lifeline, while everyon...
The text came at 11:47 PM: 'operation spy mode activate.' Maya's heart did that stupid fluttery thing it always did when Kaleb texted her. Which was ridiculous, because they'd been...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically irrigate a small garden. Standing in front of the carnival fortune teller booth, she clutched the plastic bag containing he...