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Maya's first high school party was supposed to be legendary. Instead, she was pressed against the basement wall, nursing a flat orange soda, watching everyone else live their best ...
Maya's legs burned as she rounded the track, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps. Running wasn't her thing—it was Sophie's. But her best friend had been distant lately, too ca...
Maya's legs burned as she rounded the track, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Coach Miller had told her she had potential—cross-country could be her thing. But honestly? She most...
Maya pulled the brim of her dad's vintage trucker hat low, trying to disappear. The pool party raged behind her—laughter, splashing, the thumping bass of whatever viral song was co...
Jordan pulled the beanie down lower, trying to disappear into the bleachers. At fifteen, being the new kid at Miller High felt like wearing a neon sign that said PLEASE DON'T NOTIC...
Maya's palms were literally sweating as she stood at the edge of the beach bonfire party. This was IT – her first real high school gathering since transferring to Crestwood High, a...
Maya stared at the box of orange hair dye like it was a bomb. Three AM decisions were never good decisions, especially when powered by three energy drinks and a breakup text. "Vib...
Jordan's summer was supposed to be chill. Just vibing, playing video games, avoiding the humidity. Then their mom dropped the bomb: they had to watch their little cousin Leo for th...
The pool deck at the country club was basically a social pyramid, and I was definitely a pebble at the bottom. The popular kids lounged on the pristine loungers like Egyptian royal...
Maya's hair was doing that thing again — that weird frizz-halo that happened every time she finished a 400-meter dash. She caught her reflection in the cafeteria window, looking li...
My legs burned like someone had set them on fire, but I kept **running** anyway. Coach Martinez's voice echoed in my head: 'Push through the pain, Maya!' Yeah, right. Easy for him ...
Maya clutched her iPhone like a lifeline, screen glowing with unanswered texts. Tonight was the Winter Formal — the kind of event that either made you or broke you, socially speaki...