The Fox's Scheme
The cafeteria at Northwood High operated like a pyramid scheme of social capital. Seniors at the top, freshmen at the bottom, and everyone else fighting for the middle. I'd been sw...
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The cafeteria at Northwood High operated like a pyramid scheme of social capital. Seniors at the top, freshmen at the bottom, and everyone else fighting for the middle. I'd been sw...
Maya's mom was obsessed with the food pyramid—literally. The ancient version, the new MyPlate version, whatever. Currently, she was on a "nutritional reset" kick, which meant the f...
I was supposed to be running—actual, varsity-track running—but instead I was stuck at Jordan's post-game party, clutching a Solo cup of lukewarm soda and watching my social life ci...
The new girl sat alone at lunch, wearing this bright orange hoodie that practically glowed against the cafeteria's beige walls. I'd been watching her for three days — not in a cree...
Marcus stared at his iphone screen, the blue light illuminating his desperate face in the dark bedroom. Another rejection from Maya. The third one this week. "You're overthinking ...
Maya's reflection in the gym mirror showed disaster. Her normally sleek curls had erupted into a frizzy explosion after swim class, looking like she'd stuck her finger in a light s...
I wasn't supposed to be at Kara's pool party. Everyone knew that. But here I was, standing by the snack table like a lost goldfish in an ocean of cool kids, clutching my phone like...
The bathroom smelled like chemical strawberries and regret. I stared at my reflection, the orange hair dye dripping onto the sink like radioactive sludge. Three hours until homecom...
Marcus sat three rows up in the bleachers, watching the baseball game like it actually mattered. The social pyramid at Jefferson High was simple varsity at the top, everyone else t...
The orange cable snaked across my floor like a warning I kept ignoring. Six feet of braided nylon connecting me to Miles, whose spot on the padel court had somehow become the cente...
Marcus stood alone in the bullpen, baseball cap pulled low, rehearsing his apology for the third time. The varsity team's biggest game of the season had ended in disaster, and now ...
Maya's hat was basically part of her head at this point. A oversized black bucket hat that hid half her face and covered her curls like a protective shell. It was her armor against...