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Maya's heart hammered against her ribs as she stood outside Tyler's house. The bass from inside vibrated through the soles of her Converse. This was it — her first real high school...
The bathroom mirror showed a disaster. My hair, supposed to be subtle sunset copper, looked like I'd dipped my head in a bucket of radioactive construction cones. "Bro," I whisper...
Maya's fedora was basically welded to her head these days. It was her armor, her safety blanket, her way of disappearing in plain sight at Northwood High where everyone seemed to b...
Marcus's hair was betraying him. The curls he'd spent two hours perfecting for the pool party had already started frizzing in the humidity, and he was still three blocks from Jorda...
My first day working at the community pool snack bar, and I was already regretting everything. The uniform consisted of this neon orange bucket hat that glowed like radioactive was...
Maya pulled the baseball cap down low, shielding her eyes from more than just the sun. The hat smelled like her dad—old leather and peppermint—and wearing it felt like borrowing co...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his dead iPhone like a lifeline. The Summer Social of sophomore year had arrived, and naturally, his battery had chosen this moment ...
Maya's iPhone buzzed against her lunch tray like an angry hornet. Another notification. Probably someone posting about a party she wasn't invited to, again. "You gonna check that?...
Marcus stood outside the community center, his baseball glove gathering dust in his backpack. Three weeks ago, he would've given anything to make the varsity team. Now? Now he was ...
Maya's first day at The Vitamin Shack was not going according to plan. The smoothie bar slash wellness store smelled like patchouli and desperation, and her coworker Jake kept call...
The varsity **baseball** team hung out by the **pool** like they owned it — which they basically did. They sat at the top of the social **pyramid**, and I was somewhere near the bo...
Leo's summer had three constants: his ancient **dog** Buster snoring on the porch, his knuckles-white grip on his **iPhone** 12 (case cracked, always at 17% battery), and the disti...