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Maya's lunch consisted of a sad, wilted **spinach** salad that looked like it had survived a natural disaster. She picked at it, hyper-aware that Jason was three tables away, looki...
The cable dangling from Jordan's ceiling had been there since September. A coaxial remnant from some ancient installation, it swung lazily like a forgotten pendulum every time the ...
Maya stared at the **pyramid** of cheerleaders forming outside the gym, each perfectly positioned tier representing everything she wasn't — popular, confident, effortlessly cool. S...
The hat was supposed to fix everything. Marcus found it at Goodwill—this weathered brown cowboy thing that screamed "cool in a way I'm definitely not." He'd been running from his ...
I was running laps behind the high school when my legs felt like lead pipes and my lungs were definitely filing a formal complaint. Cross country practice sucked, but not as much a...
The summer between freshman and sophomore year felt like it lasted forever. I was stuck at my aunt's country club, wearing a polo shirt that was way too preppy for someone who'd ra...
The social pyramid at Northwood High was simple: jocks at the top, theatre kids somewhere in the middle, and everyone else fighting for the crumbs below. I'd spent freshman year tr...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be chill. Just a few friends, some snacks, maybe a dip in the pool. But then someone brought out the **padel** rackets. "You've nev...
The air conditioning at Maya's house was broken, which meant my palms were already sweating before I even walked through the front door. Not exactly the vibe you want when you're a...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she disconnected the coaxial cable from the wall—her very first job as a "cable guy" (well, cable girl, but whatever). The orange company polo shirt...
I spent the entire summer **running** from my best friend's texts. Which sounds terrible, I know, but Jenna had discovered she was psychic at summer camp and was now offering free ...
The first pool party of sophomore year. My stomach did backflips as I stood at the gate in my too-bright swim trunks. Inside, Jake—the absolute bull of Northwood High—held court ar...