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Marcus stood by the sliding glass door, nursing a flat orange soda while the summer party raged on inside. The neighbors' golden retriever, Bolt, kept nudging his hand with that we...
Maya's iphone screen glowed in the darkness of Jasmine's basement, illuminating her desperate search for the perfect caption. "Best night ever???" No. Too basic. "Living for this v...
My palms were sweating so bad I could barely grip the strap of my backpack. Eighth grade had been one long exercise in feeling like the world's biggest fraud, but today was differe...
Maya smoothed her dad's old fishing **hat** for the twentieth time, the brim curved just enough to hide half her face. Perfect. The 10th grade welcome-back party loomed ahead like ...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to flat-iron the rebellious waves into submission, only to end up with what looked like a frizzy halo. It wa...
The fluorescent lights hummed overhead as Marcus dragged himself through another lap at 5 AM. Two weeks of championship swim practice had turned him into something resembling a zom...
Marcus smoothed the brim of his vintage Chicago Bulls snapback, checking his reflection in the bathroom mirror. First day of sophomore year, and he was finally gonna climb the soci...
Maya clutched her iPhone like a lifeline, thumb hovering over Jake's text. Three dots appeared, disappeared, appeared again. Her best friend Chloe rolled her eyes from the driver's...
The pool deck at Oakridge Country Club was my entire summer existence. Me, a teenager in neon red shorts and a whistle that felt more like a choke collar, watching over kids whose ...
Maya stared at the cafeteria's social pyramid from her usual corner table. At the apex sat the varsity jacket crew—Tyler with his bear-like confidence, always loud, always the cent...
Marcus stood in left field, glove sweating, pretending like he knew what he was doing. The baseball uniform felt like a costume—which, technically, it was. He'd only joined the tea...
Marcus stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at the disaster zone that used to be his hair. His mom's "friend" who was "totally a professional hairdresser" had given him w...