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Maya's vintage baseball hat sat crooked on her head, a desperate attempt to look chill for her first day as a sophomore. She'd spent forty minutes perfecting the casual tilt, but n...
My goldfish died the same day I decided to run for class president. Coincidence? I think not. The universe was clearly trying to tell me something. "You're literally running unopp...
Maya felt like a zombie. Three weeks of summer had drained her, leaving this hollowed-out version of herself that dragged through the humid air toward Jasmine's pool party. Her iPh...
The cool kids sat at the top of the cafeteria's social pyramid like ancient Egyptian royalty, while the rest of us scrambled around the base hoping not to get crushed. I'd been run...
The alarm blared at 5 AM and I felt like actual zombie material. My hair was basically a rat's nest, and don't even get me started on the bags under my eyes. But coach said swimmin...
Maya's palms wouldn't stop sweating. She gripped the Vitaminwater bottle like a lifeline, counting down the seconds until she could escape this party without looking like a total l...
Maya's palms were sweating so hard she could practically fill a water bottle. The summer pool party at Jake's house was supposed to be casual, but everything felt high-stakes when ...
Marcus stood behind the counter at Tropical Pools & Pets, regretting every life choice that led to this moment. His crush, Priya, just walked in with her friends, and he was wearin...
Marcus stood at the plate, the baseball bat feeling heavier than usual. Tryouts for the varsity team were tomorrow, and his swing still wasn't clicking. Coach Miller's words echoed...
Marcus's dad had been in a "bear market" mood all week — that's what he called his depression episodes, like the financial terminology made it sound more legitimate. Less pathetic....
Maya's summer of stealth cable installation started with a death glare from her mom's bedroom door. She needed money for concert tickets—Taylor Swift tickets don't buy themselves—a...
Maya's hair was supposed to be sun-kissed blonde. That was the plan. Instead, she stared in the mirror at what could only be described as traffic-cone orange. The DIY bleach kit ha...