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Maya's week started with a text from her mom: "Watching your aunt's house. Don't let her goldfish die." Great. Maya was seventeen, practically an adult, and she was being trusted ...
The kitchen was packed and I was vibrating with that special kind of panic that only high school house parties can induce. My palms were sweating so much I could practically water ...
Marcus's baseball glove had been his safe harbor since seventh grade. The worn leather, the way it hugged his hand perfectly, the dirt still embedded in the palm from last season's...
Marcus had been running on fumes for three weeks straight. Finals, AP exams, and his parents' messy divorce had turned him into something else entirely - a straight-up zombie, sham...
Maya's palms were literally sweating through her denim shorts. Great. Just great. "You coming in or what?" Justin called from the pool, hair dripping wet, looking annoyingly perfe...
My hair had reached maximum disaster level. Not cute-messy, but actually tragic—like I'd stuck my finger in an electrical socket and then jumped into a pool. Which, technically, I ...
Maya's snap-back sat low on her forehead — her armor, her shield, her everything. At fifteen, she'd learned that a good hat could hide a multitude of anxieties, especially the ones...
Maya's palms were sweating—like, actually sweating—through the fake tattoo she'd drawn on her hand earlier. "Chill, you're being weird," Chloe said, flipping her hair with that pra...
Maya's reflection in the bathroom mirror showed everything wrong with fifteenth year: the frizz haloing her hair, the way her jeans refused to settle at her waist, and the bright g...
Marcus stared at the Flintstones vitamin in his palm—purple, shaped like a little dinosaur, and utterly pathetic for a fifteen-year-old to still be taking. His dad swore they were ...
The first time I saw Jordan, lightning cracked across the sky like it was waiting for a dramatic entrance. She stood by the padel court, neon yellow racquet in hand, laughing with ...
The mechanical bull stared me down like it knew something I didn't. "You got this, Leo!" Maya yelled over the thumping bass, her phone already recording. "Just eight seconds and y...