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Alex stared in the mirror. The blue hair dye was supposed to be midnight navy, not whatever purple disaster this was. Her phone buzzed. Jordan, her best friend since seventh grade...
The chlorine stung my eyes, but I stayed underwater anyway. It was easier down here—muffled sounds, blurred reality, no pressure to perform. When I finally surfaced, gasping, I cau...
Maya's iPhone lay face-down on her duvet, screen lighting up every thirty seconds with notifications she couldn't bring herself to check. TikTok followers were asking for the GRWM ...
The first day of sophomore year, I swore I wouldn't become That Girl who tries too hard. Then I found myself standing on a padel court at 7 AM, clutching a borrowed racket like my ...
Maya's mom had practically force-fed her that spinach smoothie that morning, claiming it was packed with every vitamin a growing athlete needed. Now, sitting in the dugout during t...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her vintage band tee—third time in five minutes—as she leaned against the kitchen island at Chloe's end-of-summer blowout. "Gi...
Leo wasn't technically a **spy**, but at sixteen, he'd basically mastered the art of social reconnaissance. His secret weapon? The boring-as-hell shift at his family's bodega every...
The catfish situation was getting out of hand. I'd been talking to this guy online for three weeks, using my cousin Maya's photos because she actually looked like a TikTok filter i...
The padel court smelled like expensive sunscreen and teenage desperation. I stood by the fence, my palms so sweaty I'd probably drop my racket if I actually tried to hit anything. ...
Maya's orange hair was frizzing in the humidity—again. She tugged at her Yankees cap, trying to hide the mess she'd spent forty-five minutes perfecting that morning. First week at ...
Maya pressed her back against the sliding glass door, heart doing that weird fluttery thing that happened whenever Jake was within a fifty-foot radius. She was basically operating ...
The plastic bag bumped against my leg as I slunk into the baseball bleachers, heart hammering like a drum solo. A freaking goldfish. Who gives a goldfish as a prize at the school c...