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The social pyramid at Northwood High was simple: jocks at the top, then the popular kids, then everyone else desperately trying not to fall into the loser zone. I was firmly in the...
Maya smoothed her favorite orange beanie for the tenth time, the brim frayed exactly how she liked it. This hat was her armor—literally and figuratively—against the terrifying real...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her dad's oversized fishing hat like a shield. The thing was ridiculous—frayed brim, weird stains from who knows what—and exactl...
I wasn't supposed to be at Tyler's party. My mom thought I was at Maya's studying, which was technically true if you count studying how to look natural while holding a red solo cup...
Maya's hair was supposed to be sunset orange, a statement piece for sophomore year. Instead, it looked like a traffic cone exploded on her head. Her mom had sighed dramatically. "...
Maya's mom had dropped her off with a "have fun, sweetie" that was really code for "please make actual friends for once." Now she stood by the pool in her too-expensive swimsuit, n...
Maya stood by the edge of the pool, clutching her red solo cup like it was a lifeline. The Friday night party raged behind her—Lauren's parents were out of town, which meant half t...
Maya's hair was supposed to be caramel balayage highlights. Instead, it came out orange. Like, construction-worker-vest orange. Her mom said it was "sun-kissed," which was basicall...
Maya stood at the edge of the **pool**, chlorine stinging her nose. The popular kids' pyramid of red Solo cups towered by the diving board, a hieroglyphic monument to teenage exces...
Maya adjusted the brim of her snapback for the tenth time, nervous energy buzzing through her like she'd chugged five espressos. This was it — her first actual hangout with Leo, th...
Jordan adjusted their dad's old cowboy hat in the rearview mirror, trying to look like someone who belonged at Emma's party. The hat was ridiculous — a total departure from their u...
Leo's palms were sweating through his baseball grip as he stood at home plate, the summer heat pressing down like a weighted blanket. His freshman year had been one giant exercise ...