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My dad calls it a bear market—everything's down, including his mood since the layoff. Me? I'm just trying to survive junior year without completely embarrassing myself. "Cable's o...
Maya felt like a zombie by third period. Summer had been a blur of TikTok and空调 and absolutely nothing else, and now sophomore year hit with the energy of a freight train. Her vita...
Maya's summer was supposed to be epic—parties, beach days, maybe finally texting Jayden back. Instead, she was stuck at her grandma's house in Florida, humidity making her hair fri...
Maya's thumbs moved like they were possessed, scrolling through an endless feed of people living better lives than hers. The iphone glowed in the dim corner of Jake's basement, her...
The locker room smelled like aerosol body spray and teen anxiety, a combo that'd been haunting Marcus since March. Baseball tryouts in twenty minutes, and his stomach was doing gym...
Maya crammed her vintage dad hat down over her curls, hoping the brim would somehow make her invisible. Three days into sophomore year, and she still hadn't figured out the cafeter...
Maya pulled the beat-up baseball cap down over her hair, the brim shadowing her eyes like a protective curtain. Freshman year was already two months in, and she was still figuring ...
The county fair smelled like deep-fried everything and desperation, but here I was, wearing my Chicago Bulls jersey like it made me cool. Maya stood next to me, tracing the rim of ...
Maya's senior year had been one long exercise in social climbing, or rather, trying not to slide down the invisible pyramid that Lincoln High seemed built on. At the top: the varsi...
Maya's hair was doing that thing again — the frizz explosion that made her look like she'd stuck a fork in an electrical outlet. She groaned at the mirror, yanking a beanie over th...
My first mistake was agreeing to come. I stood at the door, heart doing that thing where it feels like it's trying to escape my chest. Inside, the bass thumped like a second pulse,...
The plan was supposed to be foolproof. Kai had spent three days overanalyzing Grace's Instagram story — that blurry photo of her room with the caption "missing something" — and had...