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I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at Henry the goldfish. He swam in circles, oblivious to my crisis. "She's going to be there, Henry. What do I even say?" Henry blew a bubble....
Maya's first day at Northwood High felt like walking onto a battlefield where everyone already knew the rules except her. The cafeteria operated like a strict social pyramid, with ...
Maya stared at thecafeteria's social pyramid like it was geometry homework she hadn't studied. At the top: the Royals, with their curated Instagram feeds and Thrifted™ outfits. Som...
Maya's been acting weird all week. We've been best friends since seventh grade, and now she's whispering in hallways, hiding her phone screen when I walk by, and—this is the weirde...
My hair was doing that thing again—the frizzy halo effect that happened every time humidity hit above 60 percent. Which was every single day in July. I'd spent twenty minutes tryin...
My lucky snapback sat three feet from the baseline, getting absolutely destroyed by the sun. I'd already burned through my vitamin C gummies—what I called my "pre-game anxiety meds...
The chlorine stung my nose as I adjusted my lifeguard whistle for the third time. First day on the job at the rec center pool, and I was already sweating through my tank top. The c...
The papaya smoothie exploded everywhere. Of course. Because that's what happens when you're already five minutes late for baseball practice and your dad's cat — who insists on foll...
Maya's hair had been straightened three times and still refused to cooperate—much like her entire junior year existence. The Spring Fling was in two hours, and she was currently ba...
Jax's cowboy hat sat two fingers above his ears, just like his dad taught him. It was practically part of his skull at this point—a crown he couldn't remove without feeling naked. ...
Maya's hair had already declared independence by third period. The humidity had turned her normally sleek curls into a frizzy declaration of war against social norms. She'd spent f...
Maya's hair had always been—well. A lot. Curls exploding in every direction, refusing to be tamed, the kind of hair that made strangers reach out with their hands like they had the...