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Maya pressed herself against the lockers, heart hammering like she'd just finished a 5K. Which she hadn't, obviously. She pulled her navy beanie lower over her frizzy hair—today wa...
Maya clutched her iPhone like a lifeline, the familiar weight grounding her in the chaos of Taylor's house party. Everyone seemed to belong here—except her. She'd been nursing the ...
Leo was running before dawn, breath fogging the November air, sneakers slapping against the empty streets. Another fight with his dad, another morning of slipping out the door befo...
The baseball field stretched out like a vast, grassy ocean under the mid-July sun, and I was drowning in the third-row bleachers again. Another Tuesday afternoon watching Jacob Wil...
Maya's phone buzzed at 2:47 AM. Again. "You seeing this?" The text from Leo flashed against her ceiling. "Bear market incoming." Maya groaned, feeling like a certified **zombie**...
My palms were sweating. Again. I wiped them on my jeans for the third time, leaving dark streaks on the denim. Jordan's party started in twenty minutes, and I was still standing in...
Leo gulped down another neon-orange gummy vitamin, his third of the morning. His mom had bought the huge bottle from Costco, swearing they'd help him focus during finals week, but ...
Maya stared at the mirror, her hair refusing to cooperate. Again. The curly explosion framing her face had decided today was the day it would achieve maximum volume, minimum cute. ...
Maya's mom insisted papaya smoothies were "a taste of home," but seventh grade at Northwood High felt nothing like home. Especially with bright green **spinach** chunks stuck in he...
Maya's phone buzzed in her pocket as she stood at the edge of Blackwood Lake, clutching a red solo cup like it was a lifeline. First house party of junior year, and she'd already s...
I started running to escape the baseball legacy. Fourth generation, my dad always said, like it was some sacred family heirloom. Meanwhile I couldn't hit a fastball to save my life...
Maya had spent two years at Northwood High navigating the social pyramid like it was an obstacle course designed by someone who hated her. Sophomore year was supposed to be differe...