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My best friend Jenna dared me to wear it. The mascot head. A grinning brown bear with dead plastic eyes and fur that smelled like three generations of teenage sweat. I slipped it o...
Chloe's vintage top hat sat crooked on her head, defying the Homecoming court's unspoken uniform of curls and spirit wear. She'd found it at Sphinx Vintage last weekend—the shop's ...
Maya's palms were sweating so much her phone nearly slipped out of her hand. Stupid nervous palms. She was practically vibrating beside the bleachers, watching Lucas stretch before...
I felt like a straight-up zombie walking into Kylie's backyard bash. Three hours of sleep after bingeing The Walking Dead until 3 AM will do that to you. My messy hair was hidden u...
I am straight-up zombie mode. Three straight nights of overthinking everything—my hair, my outfit, whether I should even come to Tyler's end-of-summer pool party—has left me shambl...
Marcus never thought his summer job installing cable would make him feel like lowkey 007, but here he was. Sixteen and awkward, Marcus had landed a gig with MetroNet because his u...
Maya positioned herself behind the potted fern, a strategic move she'd perfected over three summers of pool parties where she never quite seemed to belong. From her observation pos...
Maya stared at her phone screen, thumb hovering over the keyboard. Tyler had finally replied. hey sorry about earlier! wanna hang after school? That's when her mom's voice echoed ...
Maya's mom had dropped the ultimate bombshell over breakfast: "We're doing a family detox. No processed food, starting with spinach smoothies every morning." Sixteen-year-old Maya...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually dripping onto her cutoffs — which was embarrassing because she was just supposed to be walking past Tyler's lunch table, not starring in...
Maya adjusted her visor, smoothing down the polo shirt. The Green Goddess Cafe logo on her chest felt like a social death sentence. "Here's your **spinach** and mango smoothie," s...
Alex's third attempt at the cross country team wasn't going well. Their lungs burned, their legs felt like lead, and Coach Martinez—whom everyone called "the sphinx" for her love o...