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Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, chlorine stinging his nose. The annual July 4th block party. Everyone was already in the water, laughing and splashing, while he still had his...
My life had become a series of carefully calculated moves, each one designed to avoid being seen. The oversized hat pulled low over my face wasn't just fashion—it was my invisibili...
Marcus stood at home plate, the baseball bat feeling like a lead pipe in his sweaty hands. The vitamin gummy he'd crushed earlier for supposed courage had done nothing but leave a ...
Leo's hair was a disaster zone. Third-day hair, he called it, though honestly it was more like fifth-day hair at this point. His mom's old newsboy cap sat pulled low over his foreh...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating through her favorite thrifted hoodie as she stood in front of Kai's house, clutching a plastic container that suddenly felt like...
I wasn't supposed to be out here. Mom's voice echoed in my head: 'Sarah, you have that geometry test tomorrow.' But whatever. This was more important than some test. The pool hous...
Maya's fingers hovered over her iPhone screen, the familiar glow illuminating her nervous expression in the bathroom mirror. Outside, the noise of her cousin's quinceañera pulsed t...
Maya's disastrous transformation began with a TikTok trend and ended with her hiding in the girls' bathroom during third period. "It's called the wolf cut," her best friend Riley ...
Maya's first week at Northwood High was going about as smoothly as trying to eat soup with a fork. Which was basically what she was doing at lunch that Tuesday, her fourth day, whe...
Maya's palms were sweating through her gloves again. Not the cute, dainty kind of sweat. The full-on Niagara Falls of nervous perspiration. She adjusted her baseball cap for the fi...
I'm thirteen and the only person at Maya's birthday party NOT swimming. Everyone's in the pool — splashing, laughing, living their best lives — while I'm sitting on a lounge chair ...
Maya's thumb hovered over the follow button again. For the third time this week. She felt like such a creep, basically social media spying on Jordan from behind the safety of her l...