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The humidity was already at 85% by 7 AM, which meant my hair had graduated from "annoying frizz" to "full-on electrocuted poodle." I stood in front of the mirror, attempting to tam...
The baseball tryouts were tomorrow, and Maya was freaking out. Not because she couldn't hit or catch—she'd been playing in secret with her cousins since middle school—but because s...
Maya's hair had transformed into a frizzy disaster after three weeks of daily swim practice. The chlorine had turned her normally smooth curls into something resembling a tangled q...
Lena's hair had betrayed her. That was the only explanation for the disaster currently sitting on her head—three inches of frizzy orange curls that her cousin had promised would lo...
Max stood outside the gym doors, clutching the crumpled invitation like it might spontaneously combust. First house party of sophomore year. He'd been planning his outfit for three...
My summer was supposed to be chill—just me, my playlist, and avoiding everyone from school after my very public and very embarrassing rejection by Tyler at the spring formal. But t...
Marcus stood in right field, dragging his cleats through the dirt like he was trying to bury his dignity somewhere deep beneath the infield. The baseball game was a losing battle—l...
The country club parking lot was packed with Range Rovers and Tesla's, and Maya's stomach did that familiar flip-flop thing it always did when she felt like she didn't belong. Whic...
Maya's hair was slicked back in the claw clips her mom called "professional," but she felt like a fraud. The house party vibrated with bass-heavy music, and she stood by the refres...
Maya stood in the batter's box, her heart hammering like she'd been mainlining Red Bull. The baseball field lights hummed above, casting everything in that weird yellow glow that m...
Maya's palms were sweating against her phone case as she stared at the pool party invite. *You coming?* asked Jake, the text glowing on her screen like it was radioactive. Jake. Th...
The sphinx stared at me from across the room—well, technically it was Tyler's grandma's ancient Egyptian statue collection, but that granite cat felt like it was judging my entire ...