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The bass from Maya's living room was already giving me a headache. I'd been standing in the same spot for twenty minutes, nursing a warm soda, watching everyone else seem to know e...
Jordan adjusted the brim of their dad's old fedora, feeling ridiculous. "This is so cringe," they muttered, staring at their reflection in the school bathroom mirror. The hat was s...
Marcus dragged his feet toward baseball practice, feeling like a straight-up zombie after staying up until 3 AM grinding video games. The summer heat hit him like a physical force ...
The humidity hit me like a wall when I stepped onto the outdoor court. My hair, already frizzy from the summer air, was probably doing that thing where it looked like I'd stuck my ...
Marcus stood at the edge of the parking lot, heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. The afternoon heat pressed down on him, thick and suffocating. "You're not actua...
The summer before freshman year, I spent most of my time running away from my reflection. Literally. I'd joined the summer track team because my older brother Jordan said it'd hel...
The pool party was supposed to be Maya's social resurrection. After an entire freshman year of being 'that quiet girl,' she was finally ready to be someone else—someone confident, ...
Ryan's orange hair wasn't a statement. It was a tragedy involving expired box dye and a YouTube tutorial at 2 AM. Now, three days before freshman year, he looked like a traffic con...
Maya stared at the bathroom mirror, the box of "Sunset Orange" hair dye mocking her from the counter. Her parents would literally lose it if they saw her going to school with brigh...
Maya's palm was sweating against her phone case. LIKE. STATUS. WAITING. Three little bubbles appeared, disappeared, appeared again. Leo was typing. The cafeteria buzz around her—...
Maya's first week at Northwood High was going exactly as well as she'd predicted: which is to say, not at all. "Ew, what IS that?" Chloe pointed at Maya's lunch, her nose scrunche...
The social pyramid at Westwood High was real, and Maya had spent her freshman year at the bottom. But tonight, standing in Kayla's crowded living room, something felt different. M...