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Maya's palms were sweating through her orange hair tie, which was honestly embarrassing considering she was just standing at Tyler's party doing absolutely nothing. The air smelled...
The baseball cap sat on my dashboard like a bad habit I couldn't quit. Dad had given it to me after I made the travel team three years ago, back when I still believed I loved the g...
Zara's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her denim shorts, leaving dark streaks that would absolutely ruin her aesthetic, but whatever. It's not like anyone was looking...
Marcus felt like a zombie most mornings—dragging himself through first period with the energy of the walking dead. But cross country practice? That was his escape. Until today, whe...
Maya's palms were sweating as she clutched the padel racquet. Why had she agreed to this? Oh right—because Tyler had invited her, and Tyler was at the top of the social pyramid at ...
The thing about being fifteen is that everyone's watching, but no one's actually seeing you. At least that's how it felt when my former best friend Sarah started sitting with the p...
Maya's thumb hovered over her iPhone screen at 2 AM, the blue light washing over her face like a digital moon. Her fake account @sphinx_nyc had 47 followers at her middle school — ...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. Which would be ironic, considering the only thing growing in her life right now was anxiety about t...
Marcus stood at the bottom of the palm tree, gripping his baseball bat like a lifeline. Above him, the cursed ball mocked him from its perch—twenty feet up, wedged between rough fr...
Maya's mom talked her into getting bangs the day before sophomore year's biggest pool party. "It'll frame your face!" she'd said, but Maya stared in the mirror and saw a disaster. ...
My iPhone buzzed against the bench, third notification in five minutes. The group chat was blowing up about Emma's party tonight, but I couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. "You okay,...
Maya's hair was doing that thing again—frizzy in all the wrong places, defying gravity and her sanity. She tugged at a particularly rebellious curl while her friends clustered arou...