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Maya's palms were sweating-literally dripping-as she stood in front of the popular kids' lunch table. This was it. Her chance to finally sit with them, to not be invisible anymore....
Marcus stared at the black TV screen, the cable outage crushing his summer plans. Another Saturday night stuck at home while his friends were at Tyler's party, probably living thei...
Maya's first house party of sophomore year was NOT going according to plan. She'd spent forty-five minutes on her eyeliner (wing sharp enough to cut glass, thanks) and twenty minut...
Maya's vintage fisherman hat sat crooked on her head—her shield against the world when her social battery dipped to critical levels. Tonight though, the hat couldn't block out the ...
Maya's frizz had already expanded to three times its normal volume by the time she reached the dock. Of course. The one day Jake invited her to Bear Lake, and she looked like she'd...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could probably water plants with them. Which was ironic, considering she was currently gripping a plastic cup of lukewarm punch at Tyler Ande...
Jake's baseball glove sat on the pool deck like a foreign object, completely out of place among the towels and sunscreen. As the starting pitcher for Jefferson High, he was suppose...
I never thought my freshman year would start with me hiding in a tent, clutching a can of spinach like it was a weapon, while my supposed best friend kept whispering that there was...
Maya's summer glow-up wasn't going according to plan. For starters, her **goldfish** - named Gerald because basic names were ironically cool now - was floating sideways in his bowl...
The pyramid scheme texts lit up my phone at 3 AM again. "URGENT: Your parents need to reach Diamond Level by FRIDAY or they lose everything!!!" I threw my phone across the room an...
The **goldfish** cracker shattered against my forehead like tiny, orange confetti. Jake burst out laughing from across the **padel** court, his racket still swinging from the serve...
The cafeteria social pyramid was real, and Maya had been stuck at the base level since sixth grade. Popular kids at the corner tables, the normals in the middle, and everyone else ...