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Thursday afternoon found me wedged between a locker and Tyler Henderson, my crush since seventh grade, while our baseball team did some weird bonding ritual in the gym. The ceiling...
At Lincoln High, we all knew our place in the pyramid. Seniors at the top, freshmen scattered like debris at the bottom. I spent most of freshman year feeling like a zombie—shuffli...
The cafeteria went dead silent. I mean, the kind of silence where you can hear the air conditioning hissing through the vents like a dying snake. I looked down at my tray – spinac...
Maya's first week at Coral Gables High felt like walking through a glitching simulation—everyone already knew their roles, and she was still loading character assets. The palm tree...
Chloe "Cat" Morrison earned her nickname the old-fashioned way: she could disappear into any background, silent and watching, just like the stray tabby that hung around her apartme...
Maya slipped into the cafeteria, clutching her Tupperware like a state secret. Again. Her mom's latest health kick meant lunch looked like something a forest animal would compost. ...
Maya's iPhone was at 4% and dying faster than her social life. She stood by the **pool** at Tyler's party, clutching her phone like it was her only friend. The popular kids cannonb...
Maya's summer took a sharp turn when her abuela insisted she learn to make authentic fruit salads. "You're fourteen now, mija. Time to stop acting like a little kid who only eats c...
Marcus stood at the plate, varsity baseball tryouts looming like a judgment day he hadn't studied for. His best friend since third grade, Jenna, sat in the bleachers, but something...
The bear costume smelled like three years of teenage sweat and bad decisions, but I pulled it on anyway. Creekwood High couldn't afford a new mascot outfit—not with the budget cuts...
Maya's palms were sweating — literally sweating — through the fabric of her dad's old baseball hat. She clutched it like a lifeline, even though wearing it made zero sense indoors....
Maya's **iPhone** buzzed in her pocket, third time in five minutes. She ignored it. The notification could wait. Her whole life could wait. "You're up next, chica," Carlos said, l...