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The cat—my mom's ancient, judgmental tabby—sat on my vanity as I stared at my reflection, hair frizzy from nerves. Today was Day One at Northwood High, and I already knew my place:...
Maya's iPhone lit up her face in the darkness of her bedroom, 2:47 AM glowing in harsh blue. She shouldn't be stalking his profile—Zach had made it clear they were "just friends" t...
Maya stood by the snack table at Jackson's house party, clutching a papaya she'd randomly brought because her mom said "bring something edible" and apparently that translated to tr...
Leo moved through the hallways of Northwood High like a ghost, always watching, never participating. Being an observer made him feel like a spy in his own life, collecting data on ...
The bathroom mirror showed a disaster zone. I'd attempted to dye my hair platinum blonde for Jordan's party, but instead I'd ended up with this patchy orange nightmare that looked ...
Maya felt like a zombie. Not the cool, cinematic kind with dramatic makeup and a compelling backstory. The regular kind—dead behind the eyes, moving through AP Bio and cross-countr...
The baseball glove sat in the corner of my room like a guilty conscience. Mom and Dad dropped fifty bucks on it last Christmas, expecting me to join the team this spring. Instead, ...
Maya's summer reinvention plan started with a papaya she couldn't pronounce and ended with her standing at the bottom of the social pyramid, holding a smoothie that looked like swa...
The lunchroom pyramid was as rigid as ever: seniors at the top tables, freshmen scattered along the edges like afterthoughts. Maya sat somewhere in the middle, picking at her food ...
Jordan stared at the glossy flyer, then back at Kai's eager face. "Dude, this is literally a pyramid scheme." "It's not a scheme, it's a multi-level opportunity," Kai said, his ey...
The morning air hits my lungs like ice as my sneakers slap the pavement. Running. Again. Mom's idea, obviously. She thinks if I just run enough, maybe the wonky thyroid thing will ...
Leo's nickname at school was the Dog Whisperer, which was ironic considering he didn't even own a dog. But somehow, every time someone's **dog** went rogue or refused to walk, they...