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Maya stared at the bathroom mirror, the box of hair dye clutched in her trembling hand. "Fox Orange," the label read. Bold. Unignorable. Everything she wasn't. "You're really doin...
Maya's dad signed her up for baseball without asking. Again. "It builds character," he said, handing her a helmet that smelled like someone's gym bag from 2019. Now she stood in...
I felt like a total zombie at Skylar's party. Like, actually undead. My limbs moved on autopilot — grab a cup, nod at someone I barely knew from bio, pretend to laugh at jokes that...
Leo stared at his chest in the locker room mirror. A mini forest of dark hair had sprouted over summer, earning him the nickname "Bear" from his older brother. Great. Just what he ...
The pool party raged around me, bass thumping from someone's Bluetooth speaker, while I sat wedged behind the fake **palm** tree in the corner of Chloe's patio. Again. Third weeken...
Marcus stood in front of the mirror, fingers tracing the faded fabric of his dad's old bucket hat. It was this ridiculous burnt orange color, like someone had set a safety cone on ...
The papaya sat on the bench beside my water bottle, looking ridiculously out of place. My abuela had insisted I take it for luck before my first padel tournament, and I was too ner...
Maya pressed herself against the kitchen island, clutching a red plastic cup like it was a lifeline. Jordan's house party raged around her—bass thumping, bodies swaying, someone de...
I've been running from my problems since seventh grade, literally and figuratively. Cross country was supposed to be my fresh start at Northwood High, but apparently fresh starts d...
Marcus stood at home plate, the baseball bat feeling like a dead weight in his hands. The PE unit he'd been dreading all semester had arrived. "Batter up!" Coach Miller yelled, wh...
The summer before sophomore year, everyone expected me to be the swimming prodigy like my older sister. Coach Miller had already dubbed me "Little Bear" because I'd supposedly been...
Maya tugged the brim of her dad's old fedora down lower. It was her armor — a ridiculous, oversized hat that said "don't talk to me, I'm eccentric" without her having to actually s...