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The spinach incident started it all. First period lunch, and I'd managed to wedge a massive green chunk between my front teeth while trying to impress Kayla with my refined palate...
Maya's lungs burned as she kept running, the sunset bleeding across the sky in shades of bruised orange and purple. Cross country practice had ended twenty minutes ago, but she nee...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, finger-combing her frizzy hair for the fiftieth time. The party downstairs thumped with bass that vibrated through the floorbo...
Maya's thumbs hovered over the screen, her heart doing that stupid fluttery thing it always did when HIS name appeared. Jason. The boy who'd sat behind her in bio since September, ...
Maya's palms were sweating, which was exactly the opposite of what she needed when she was holding her phone, trying to look casual while simultaneously conducting what was arguabl...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be my comeback moment. Freshman year had been a series of awkward invisibility, but this summer, this was gonna be different. I'd sp...
The chlorine stung my eyes as I pulled myself from the pool, dripping onto the concrete deck. Summer before freshman year, and I was already failing at being 'cool.' "Nice hair, b...
Maya's first week at Northwood High was going great until fourth-period lunch. She'd finally scoped out the perfect table—third row, near the window, close enough to the popular ki...
I felt like a zombie dragging myself to third period, running on three hours of sleep because Maya had finally texted me back at 2 AM. My hood was up—classic avoidance tactic—and I...
The mascot head smelled like junior high B.O. and desperation. I adjusted my vision through the wire mesh of the bear costume—my punishment for losing that bet with Tyrell—and trie...
The mini-golf course smelled like chlorine and desperation. Jordan's cousin's birthday party. Jess was there, leaning against the sphinx statue at hole 7, looking like she'd rather...
Maya's hair had decided to stage a mutiny. AGAIN. She stared into her cracked iPhone mirror, the frizz reaching impressive new heights as humidity levels outside reached 'why even ...