Paper Tigers, Real Bears
Maya stared at the social pyramid displayed on Mr. Henderson's whiteboard—ancient Egypt's hierarchy of power. But all she could think about was the invisible pyramid at Northwood H...
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Maya stared at the social pyramid displayed on Mr. Henderson's whiteboard—ancient Egypt's hierarchy of power. But all she could think about was the invisible pyramid at Northwood H...
Marcus's goldfish, Bubbles, stared at him through the glass with what looked distinctly like judgment. Probably because Marcus was currently practicing his cool walk for tomorrow's...
I should've known today would be a disaster when I caught the reflection of spinach lodged between my front teeth right before first period. Naturally, Maya—the girl who'd been occ...
Maya's legs burned as she rounded the corner, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Cross-country practice wasn't supposed to feel like this — like her lungs were staging a rebellion ...
Leo's palms were sweating so much his iPhone nearly slipped out of his hands. Again. "You're up, kid," the baseball coach yelled, and Leo's stomach did that thing where it feels l...
Jordan's hands trembled as she sectioned off her hair. Midnight blue purple — the box promised "bold transformation." What they didn't mention was the part where your mom walks in ...
I was supposed to be having the time of my life at Tyler's pool party, but instead I was doing what I do best: fading into the background while everyone else lived their best lives...
The pool party was supposed to be chill. Just Maya, Jordan, and a few others floating on inflatables, blasting music through waterproof speakers. But somewhere between Jordan's thi...
Maya regretted everything the second she stepped through Sarah's gate. The **pool** glittered with fake promise, surrounded by the popular crowd that had spent three years making h...
The barber had messed up. Bad. My hair, normally curly and manageable, now looked like someone had taken a weed whacker to it. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, touching the...
The papaya sat on the concession stand counter like an alien artifact—bright orange, speckled, and utterly wrong for a baseball game. "Dude, you gotta try it," Mateo said, gesturi...
Maya's first week at Camp Whispering Pines was exactly 47% awesome and 53% terrifying. The awesome part? Jake—the counselor with the crooked smile who'd actually noticed her exists...