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The crack in my iPhone screen looked like a spiderweb of shame. Right before freshman orientation, too. Mom swore it was a sign from the universe to disconnect, but I knew it was j...
The chlorine stung my nose as I hovered near the snack table, clutching my red Solo cup like a lifeline. Maya's end-of-summer pool party raged around me—bodies splashing in the **p...
Maya's iPhone buzzed with another Instagram notification. Her former best friend Sarah had posted photos from the country club—again. Third time this week. The caption read: "Padel...
Maya's cat, Mittens, gave her that judgmental look as she slathered on SPF 50. Great, even the family pet knew she was spiraling. Three group chat messages from Jordan: "you coming...
Maya's worst nightmare happened in slow motion, right at the popular table during fourth period lunch. She'd spent weeks working up the courage to sit near Jordan, whose laugh ech...
Maya's hair was supposed to be caramel highlights. Instead, she looked like a sun-bleached orangutan. "It's not that bad," Chloe lied, barely looking up from her phone. Maya glar...
The summer I turned fifteen, I learned that courage doesn't always announce itself with a trumpet blast. Sometimes it shows up wearing a ridiculous hat. I was at Tyler's party—the...
The baseball lay forgotten in the grass, exactly where I'd thrown it after striking out for the third time that week. I zipped through the cable channels, settling on MTV while M...
Marcus's palms were sweating worse than when he'd accidentally posted his crush's name on his public Snapchat story. Third base. Why'd it have to be third base? The baseball coach ...
Maya's palms were sweating so hard she could practically water the plants with them. She stood behind the dugout, watching the baseball team practice like she used to, back when he...
Marcus stood at the edge of the community pool, clutching his towel like a safety net. The Friday night social was in full swing — kids from every high school clique splashing, lau...
Maya's hair was supposed to be cherry bomb red, not the weird coral-pink disaster staring back from her iPhone mirror. She'd spent three hours and half her babysitting money on thi...