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Marcus stood at the plate,Varsity baseball cap pulled low, trying to look like he belonged. He didn't. Coach Reynolds had only put him in because Joey broke his ankle falling off a...
Maya's frizzy hair had been her arch-nemesis since seventh grade. So when her friends invited her to Jake's end-of-summer pool party, she decided: today was the day she'd finally d...
The first day of summer swim practice felt like walking into a parallel universe where I was the only one who didn't get the memo. Everyone else glided through the water like grace...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangled in the frizzy mess that used to be her hair. Three hours of work. That's how long it took to look effortless. The bathroom counter wa...
The ridiculous neon green bucket hat sat crooked on Maya's head, a gift from her well-meaning aunt who thought it was "what the kids are into these days." Maya dragged it off her h...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her solo cup like it was a lifeline. She felt like a total zombie—dead inside, going through the motions, smiling at people's jokes wi...
Leo's social life was basically a pyramid scheme – he was at the bottom, everyone else was somewhere above, and climbing up felt impossible. "You've got to bear with yourself, ma...
Leo stood at the edge of the **pool**, clutching his red solo cup like it was a lifeline. The annual end-of-summer bash at Jordan's house was in full swing, and he'd spent the last...
Zara stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in the curls she'd spent three years suppressing. Straightening irons, chemical treatments, endless tutorials on YouTube—all to make...
Maya's fingers flew across her iPhone screen, double-tapping Lana's story even though she'd sworn she was done stalking her ex-best friend's posts. The crushed strawberries airbrus...
Maya's iPhone died at 11:47 PM, exactly three minutes before Tyler was supposed to text her back. Of course. Because the universe had a personal vendetta against her social life. ...
Sixteen and already invisible. That's how it felt starting at Oak Ridge High three weeks in, and still eating lunch in the library while Jenna—my best friend since kindergarten—sat...