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The string of LED lights on my ceiling flickered. 2:14 AM. Finals week had officially turned me into a member of the undead. I felt like a straight-up zombie, my brain reduced to a...
The summer I turned fifteen, my parents dragged me to Boca Raton Resort where everyone was either rich, beautiful, or both — and I was just awkward. My first mistake: letting the c...
Marcus stood at the edge of Miller's pool party, red plastic cup in hand. The cool kids clustered around the patio like some teenage sphinx, guarding the social hierarchy with know...
The problem with pool parties is that everyone expects you to be this effortlessly confident person who cannonballs into the deep end without thinking twice. I am not that person. ...
The social pyramid at Northwood High was crystal clear: varsity athletes at the apex, honor roll kids just below, everyone else scattered in the middle. Me? I was practically in th...
I was seventeen and convinced my entire life would be perfect if my hair would just cooperate for once. Instead, I was walking down Maple Street with Barnaby—my neighbor's ancient,...
Maya's summer was supposed to be legendary. Instead, she was stuck at her cousin's quinceañera practice, standing in the kitchen while Tía Luisa handed her a papaya like it was a b...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically water plants with them. Student council elections were tomorrow, and she'd somehow agreed to give a speech in front of the e...
The social pyramid at Northwood High had levels, and I'd spent three years at the bottom with the other goldfish—swimming in circles, forgettable, blending into the locker-lined ha...
Maya stood at the edge of Jake Anderson's backyard, her stomach doing actual gymnastics. The **water** in his massive pool glittered with that perfect Instagram-filter blue, surrou...
Maya's palms were sweating. Literally sweating. Which was disgusting because she was already waist-deep in the pool, her cutoffs plastered to her legs like second skin. Across the...
Maya's life had become a series of calculated performances. At school, she laughed at jokes she didn't find funny. At home, she nodded along when her mom went on about prestigious ...