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Maya's therapist said she needed more *vitamin* D. More sunshine. More everything, really. But Maya had spent the last three months basically *running* from her own reflection sinc...
Marco's baseball cap was pulled so low it practically touched his nose. A total Dad Hat, embarrassingly uncool, but it was his armor against the chaotic energy of Tyler's end-of-su...
My lunch exploded everywhere. Literally everywhere. Papaya chunks rained down on the cafeteria floor like some sort of tropical disaster, and I could feel everyone's eyes burning i...
My hair looked terrible. I'd spent forty-five minutes trying to get it perfect—spiking it up like all the guys at school—but it just kept flopping to one side like a dying palm tre...
Jordan's hands shook as he gripped the vitamin D supplement his mom insisted would help with "seasonal depression"—as if being the only junior who hadn't hooked up with anyone at N...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating-through-her-favorite-distressed-jeans sweating, which she didn't even know was possible until now. "You good?" Chloe asked, sid...
Jordan's iPhone buzzed for the third time in five minutes, the screen lighting up like a tiny supernova against the dark ceiling. 2:47 AM. Perfect. Outside, thunder rattled the wi...
Maya's mom stood in the kitchen doorway, holding out the neon orange bottle like it was evidence in a crime investigation. "Did you take your vitamin?" "Yes, Mom. Like, three hou...
The baseball field was exactly 1.3 miles from the community pool, but for Maya, they might as well have been different planets. "You coming to practice?" Tyler asked, his cleats c...
Maya gripped the chain-link fence, her palms sweating through her batting gloves. Tryouts for the varsity baseball team—yeah, the sport was usually a total sausage fest, but Coach ...
Maya had been running on two hours of sleep and an unholy amount of caffeine, which basically made her a certified zombie. Her reflection in the bathroom mirror confirmed it: dark ...
Maya's orange hair was basically a beacon. Like, she didn't ask for the spotlight every time she walked into a room, but the universe had other plans. Freshman year was already a m...