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Maya's iPhone lay face-down on her nightstand, glowing with the weight of unread texts. Pool party at Connor's. Everyone going. She hated pools. Hated the way her legs felt heavy...
The orange hair had been a mistake. Like, a massive mistake. I pulled my hat lower, scanning the padel court through the mesh fence. Mom had said the DIY dye kit would look "sunse...
The baseball dugout smelled like sunscreen and nervous sweat. I sat on the bench, thumbs flying across my iPhone screen, posting the third photo of my cleats that hour. #gametime #...
The papaya sat in my hand like a weird alien fruit, which was exactly why I'd brought it. As the new kid at Ridgeview High, I needed a conversation starter that wasn't "so, what's ...
The cafeteria table arrangement was basically a pyramid scheme of popularity. Seniors at the top, juniors in the middle, and us sophomores scrambling for the leftovers at the botto...
Maya's been crushing on track star Jordan since seventh period English, but she's stuck in PE, wheezing through the required mile run while he laps everyone like they're standing s...
Marcus's mom stood in the doorway, holding out the orange monstrosity like it was a peace offering. "You forgot your vitamin D supplement, sweetie. And wear this hat — it's suppos...
I'd been functioning on autopilot for three days—exam week will do that to you. Basically a zombie moving through the hallways, surviving on caffeine and vibes. My best friend Tiar...
I died inside when my mom announced she'd cut the cable. For a sixteen-year-old who lived for Sunday night baseball, this was basically a death sentence. No more World Series, no m...
The pyramid of red Solo cups towered over me like a monument to everything I sucked at. Parties. Social skills. Being a normal teenager instead of the girl who brought a stuffed be...
Maya hovered at the edge of Sierra's backyard pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The **water** glittered under string lights, inviting and terrifying all at once. She'd spe...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, applying mascara with shaky hands. Tonight was the night—her first real party since transferring to Northwood High. The **ligh...