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The sphinx sat in the corner of the cafeteria, worn foam peeling from its wooden frame like dead skin. Legend said if you could solve its riddle, you'd never have to eat alone agai...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool clutching her phone like a lifeline. The water glimmered invitation, but the social pyramid of summer camp felt way more treacherous than any div...
My palms were sweating so bad I could practically fill the pool. Not that I was getting in. No way. "Yo, Marcus! Stop being a little chicken," Tyler yelled, splashing water from t...
I'd become a professional at this particular brand of torture: sitting three tables away in the cafeteria, pretending to be engrossed in AP Bio while actually conducting full-on sp...
Maya's hands shook as she adjusted her hair in the bathroom mirror. Tonight was the night — Jordan's party, the one everyone would be talking about on Monday. The one where the soc...
Pool parties at Tyler's house were legendary, which was exactly why I'd spent the last three weeks coming up with increasingly ridiculous excuses to avoid this one. The truth? I co...
The school cafeteria had its own pyramid scheme, and I was definitely at the bottom— wedged between the theater kids and the people who brought their own chia pudding. So when Bear...
The Flintstones vitamin sat on my tongue, chalky and orange, testing my will. I swallowed it dry—no way Coach Mom would catch me skipping my daily dose of "athletic fuel." "You go...
Leo's palm was sweating so hard his orange soda was practically swimming. First real house party. He'd spent forty-five minutes on his hair and now he was wedged between the refrig...
Fifteen-year-old Maya stood at the padel court, racket sweating in her grip like a nervous heartbeat. This was it—her first day at the club's summer clinic, and her social battery ...
Maya's palms were so sweaty she could barely grip her phone. Across the baseball diamond, Jake was in the batter's box, looking effortless in those way-too-expensive sunglasses eve...
Maya's hair had declared war. Again. The frizz had tripled in humidity, and she was seventeen going on tragic. Her phone buzzed — third text from Sasha asking if she was actually c...