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Marcus felt like a total spy every time he slipped his phone under his desk during Mrs. G's algebra lectures. Not the cool James Bond kind – more like the desperate I need to know ...
Maya stared at her reflection, tears threatening to spill. The hair stylist had promised "layers" but delivered a choppy disaster that looked like someone had taken gardening shear...
The fluorescent gym lights flickered as Maya shoved another neon-orange vitamin C tablet into her mouth. Third one this week, because apparently her immune system needed more help ...
Marcus regretted everything. Especially agreeing to wear the bull costume for homecoming. The polyester suit smelled like three years of freshman sweat. Being the mascot was suppo...
My palms were sweating through the dollar-store glow bracelets. Again. Maya's End of Summer Bash had been advertised as the social event of the season, but honestly? I felt like a ...
Emma's brown curls hung in her face like a curtain she couldn't see through—which was honestly fitting, because she'd been going through her junior year like a literal zombie. The ...
Maya stared at Bubbles—her carnival-won goldfish—floating peacefully in his bowl on the nightstand. Three years of silent judgment from this orange blob, and somehow he was the onl...
The papaya incident started like most disasters do — with good intentions and my best friend's terrible aim. 'We need to look like we belong here,' Chloe had insisted three weeks ...
Maya's first day at Northwood High, and she's already spiraling. Her mom insisted she bring papaya for lunch—"something exotic," she'd said, with that determined mom-voice that mea...
The orange court baked under July sun as Nico adjusted his grip, sweat trickling down his temple. Three weeks into summer and he still couldn't believe he'd agreed to padel lessons...
Maya stood at the edge of the in-ground pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. This was it — her first real high school party, and she was already low-key panicking. Everyone e...
Maya's palms were sweating—like, actually sweating—through the borrowed flannel shirt. Junior year bonfire night, and she was about to do something incredibly stupid or incredibly ...