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Maya's lungs burned as she kept running, the track blurring beneath her sneakers. Coach Rodriguez's voice echoed in her head: "You're not just racing them, you're racing yourself."...
The bonfire crackled, sending sparks upward toward a sky too crowded with stars. Everyone from school was there — the lake party that supposedly defined your entire summer reputati...
Maya's palm was sweating so much she half-expected her phone to slide right out of her grip and into the pool. The sophomore spring splash. The social event of the season. And here...
Marcus stood by the lockers, adjusting his vintage fedora like it was armor. Which, honestly, it kinda was. Without the hat, he was just another sophomore face in the crowd. With i...
The hat was too big. Mom's gardening hat, actually, a straw monstrosity I'd yanked off the hook because my hair was doing that thing it does where it defies physics and humidity si...
Maya pulled the floppy bucket hat down over her curls, checking her reflection in the cafeteria window. It was her armor today—her third day at Northwood High, and she still felt l...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her solo cup like it was a lifeline. The water looked so inviting, but the social dynamics of Jessica Carson's end-of-summer bash felt...
Maya's palms were practically dripping as she clutched the red solo cup. Ryan's party. The party everyone would be talking about on Monday. The party she'd almost talked herself ou...
Maya had been awake for twenty-seven hours straight, which explained the serious zombie situation happening in her mirror. First house party of sophomore year and she already looke...
Maya, Chloe, and I lay sprawled across Chloe's bedroom floor, faces illuminated by phone screens. Our official mission, as we'd dubbed it: Operation Spy. "Okay, status report," Ch...
The bathroom scissors felt heavy in my hand, but the {hair} keeping falling anyway. My parents were gonna freak — probably ground me until college — but the mirror showed someone I...
The water shimmered like crushed diamonds under the July sun, but Leo's stomach churned like a washing machine. Pool parties at Jessica Harper's house weren't just gatherings—they ...