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The bell above GNC chimed like my anxiety every time the door opened. I adjusted my name tag, arranging vitamin C bottles in perfect military formation. Working here wasn't exactly...
Maya's hair had gone from "cute waves" to "electrocuted poodle" in the time it took to walk from her bathroom to her bedroom door. The expensive curling iron had betrayed her, leav...
My hair was supposed to be caramel highlights. Instead, I looked like a nuclear accident happened on my head. "It's not that bad," Maya lied, barely containing her laughter as we ...
The cafeteria hummed with Friday energy, and I was officially spiraling. Jordan, the human equivalent of a golden retriever, was walking toward my table. My heart was doing that em...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her iPhone like it was the only thing keeping her anchored to reality. Below, the water shimmered with that hypnotic blue glow that ma...
The spinach in my teeth was supposed to be the problem. Instead, it became the solution. Standing at the edge of Chloe's pool party—chlorine smell heavy in the humid July air—I wa...
I was definitely not the kind of kid who wore hats. Or played sports. Or did anything that required leaving my house before noon on a Saturday. So when Leo, my oldest friend in th...
Marcus dragged himself to third base, feeling like a straight-up zombie. Three hours of sleep before finals week will do that to you. His baseball uniform stuck to his skin, humidi...
Marcus stood at home plate, the orange sunset bleeding across the sky like a bruised peach. His cleats dug into the dirt, sweat already gathering at his hairline. First week of fre...
Maya smoothed her hair for the hundredth time, checking her reflection in the bathroom mirror. The chlorine would definitely wreck the curls she'd spent two hours perfecting, but J...
Maya clutched her orange soda like a lifeline, the condensation dripping onto her fingers as she leaned against the patio wall. From here, she could spy on Jake without looking tot...
The humidity in Florida was no joke, but standing at the edge of Maya's infinity pool with my palms literally dripping sweat onto my denim shorts? That was all anxiety. I'd spent t...