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Summer before sophomore year, I was the self-appointed captain of nothing. Marcus had been promoted to varsity quarterback, Jenna got her license, and me? I mastered the ancient ar...
Maya's first day sophomore year started with a wardrobe crisis. Her vintage jacket—the one she'd thrifted for three hours—had a mysterious stain on the sleeve. Of course it would b...
Maya's least favorite thing about high school wasn't the homework or the 7 AM bus rides. It was the spinach stuck in her braces during lunch on the first day of sophomore year. She...
The papaya incident started it all. Really. I was standing in the concession stand, sweating through my jersey, when Maya walked in. She was new—transfer student, hair that fell l...
I pulled the fedora down low. Not because I looked good—Marcus had texted me three variations of 'please no' when I mentioned it—but because I was hiding. The worst haircut in the ...
The pyramid scheme of freshman year wasn't about money. It was about something way more valuable: your entire existence. At the bottom, you were practically invisible. At the top? ...
Maya's palms were sweating as she clutched her iPhone, refreshing Instagram for the third time in two minutes. The beach bonfire party was in full swing, and she was currently stan...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she had to wipe them on her jeans—again. The red solo cup in her hand shook slightly as she leaned against the kitchen island, trying to look like...
I became known as "Vitamin" in eighth grade because I was always trying to boost everyone's mood. No one bothered to learn my actual name. Not even Maya, the girl I'd been crushing...
Maya stood by the edge of the pool clutching her phone like a lifeline, the July heat already making her t-shirt stick to her back. She'd spent forty-five minutes perfecting her ma...
The sun beat down on the backyard pool party like it had something personal against me. I stood by the snack table, nursing a flat orange soda and feeling like a total zombie. Summ...
The carnival lights blurred against my glasses as I tugged the brim of my dad's old fedora lower. Dead giveaway. I looked like a freshman trying to cosplay as a 1920s detective—whi...