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The orange soda sat in the cup holder, sweating profusely, mocking me. I'd been sweating for two hours too, stuck in the upper deck of Fenway with Jason—the friend who'd talked me ...
Maya dragged herself into first period like a legit zombie, fueled only by three hours of sleep and an iced coffee she'd snagged from the bodega. Her hair—normally her superpower—w...
The cafeteria stretched before me like a social minefield. I clutched my tray, heart doing that stupid fluttery thing whenever I saw Jordan sitting alone again. Three weeks of radi...
Marcus's iphone buzzed in his pocket — sixth notification from the group chat. Ignore, like always. He adjusted the battered **baseball** cap, sweat-stained and smelling like his d...
Summer's supposed to be chill, but mine's serving major anxiety energy. Sixteen years old and I'm basically drowning in my own awkwardness. Which is ironic, considering I'm literal...
Maya's thumbs hovered over her iPhone screen, the blue light illuminating her face in the darkened team bus. She'd been doing this weird thing lately—not full-on stalking, but okay...
Maya's dad lived and breathed baseball. The man had a shrine in the garage with her older brother's varsity jersey from 2019, still unwashed because "that's the smell of victory, M...
Maya's curls had a personality of their own, exploding from her head in a frizzy halo that refused to be tamed. At fourteen, she'd already tried every product promising sleek, stra...
The invitation to Chloe's pool party sat on my phone screen like a live grenade. Chloe, whose social pyramid peaked at the very top with her crew of perfectly bronzed friends, had ...
The **baseball** cap was practically part of Leo's skull at this point—a backward-facing shield against the world. Adjusting it for the fiftieth time, he stood at the edge of the p...
The summer I turned sixteen, my hair fell out in clumps. Not like, dramatic movie breakup clumps, but enough that my mom—ever the optimist—suggested I start taking this neon-orange...
Maya's life used to be simple: school, then baseball practice, then homework, then sleep. As the starting pitcher for Northwood High's varsity team, she had her routine down to a s...