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The first week of sophomore year, I found myself exactly where I didn't want to be: standing by the water fountain while Tyler Martinez walked by with his baseball team like they o...
Maya's freshman year at Northwood High had been, in her estimation, a complete flop. That changed the night of Jake's party—the one everyone would talk about for weeks. She arrive...
The carnival appeared overnight, like magic in the abandoned lot behind the strip mall. Maya stood before the purple velvet curtain, palms sweating so bad she wiped them on her cut...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. Her newly dyed blue hair made her feel like she'd stuck a neon sign on her head that flashed LOOK AT ME in ...
Maya had been **spy**-level stalking Jordan's finsta for three weeks straight. Every morning at 7:43 AM, like clockwork, she'd refresh his story to see what cryptic photo he'd post...
Marcus stood at home plate, the baseball bat feeling like a foreign object in his hands. Third inning, two outs, bases loaded. The pressure compressed his chest like a cheap soda c...
Maya pressed her back against the lockers, phone clutched like a weapon. Her mom's text burned on screen: "Did he have HER over again? Check the window." She wasn't a spy. She was...
The cafeteria went dead silent when my mom walked in wearing that bright pink apron with "PAPAYA POWER" emblazoned across the chest. "Hey sweetie!" she waved, totally oblivious to...
Chloe's neon orange snapback sat crooked on her head, the brim hiding half her face. She'd been wearing it all summer—her trademark, her armor, her way of saying "notice me, but do...
Maya's cat, Pancake, yowled from the hallway as she stared at herself in the full-length mirror. The sphinx costume her mom had sewn was ridiculous—gold fabric everywhere, fake win...
Marcus thought he'd hit the jackpot when Jason invited him to that "exclusive entrepreneur meetup" at the mall food court. Finally, the popular seniors were noticing him. But when ...
Marcus adjusted his snapback for the fiftieth time, trying to look casual. The hat was supposed to be his armor—his "I'm totally chill and not having a panic" statement. But the tr...