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My life at Oak Creek High is basically a series of carefully orchestrated social missions, each one calculated to maintain my delicate position in the middle school hierarchy. Too ...
The pool glowed like a radioactive martini in Mia's backyard, all rippling turquoise and underwater LEDs. I stood at the edge wearing last year's Target bikini—the one with the wei...
Maya's sweaty palm griped the padel racquet like her life depended on it. Which, in her fourteen-year-old brain, it basically did. "Just hit it, Maya!" Chase yelled from across th...
Maya's first week at The Healthy Squeeze could've been worse. Mostly. The apron was two sizes too big, her trainer Tyler kept forgetting she existed, and the popular kids from scho...
Maya's palms were basically dripping as she stepped onto the padel court. This was it — her chance to finally prove she wasn't just "the quiet new girl" at Westwood High. Tyler, th...
I became a professional spy at 3:47 PM on a Tuesday, right after sixth period chemistry. My mission: observe Maya Rivera from a distance of exactly three lockers down, close enough...
Marcus's palms were sweating so bad his iPhone almost slipped from his grip. Again. Third time tonight he'd nearly face-planted his screen into the pavement just because Chloe deci...
Z's hair had always been their safety blanket. Waist-length curls that they could hide behind when the world got too loud, too demanding. But today, with the scissors trembling in ...
Maya's transformation began with a bottle of "Sunset Orange" hair dye she wasn't technically allowed to use. Three hours later, her bathroom looked like a crime scene, and her hair...
Maya's fingers hovered over her phone screen, Instagram notifications blowing up. Her best friend since seventh grade, Taylor, had posted another TikTok without her. Again. "Whate...
Marcus adjusted his cap, sweat already pooling at the base of his spine. Varsity baseball tryouts. Again. Last year he'd choked, swinging at air like a total clown while Coach Mill...
Maya's locker was the prime real estate of freshman year—third floor, corner spot, perfect for avoiding Ms. Henderson's hallway sweeps. But now? Now it was ground zero for social s...