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The invitation sat on my phone screen like a dare. Jessica's pool party. The social event of the season. The place where every single person from school would be, except me. At le...
I felt like a **zombie** walking through the halls of Northwood High—sleep-deprived from finals week, phone blowing up with notifications I was too tired to check. When your suppos...
Maya's cat decided the exact moment her crush walked by was the perfect time to knock her ancient Egypt project off the desk. The pyramid she'd spent three days constructing shatte...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she felt like she'd dip-dyed them in the fountain punch bowl. First real high school party. First time wearing her brother's snapback backwards b...
The pool party was already peak awkward when Marcus's cousin decided it was time for the baseball game. Marcus stood by the snack table, hand self-consciously running over his buzz...
My hair was supposed to be sunset orange. Instead, it looked like a traffic cone threw up on my head. But I had bigger problems than my DIY hair disaster—like the fact that I was c...
The summer heat in our small town meant one thing: cross country practice at the crack of dawn. I was a sophomore, still trying to figure out where I fit in the high school hierarc...
The pool party at Jessica's house was supposed to be my social comeback after freshman year's epic fail. I stood by the snack table, trying to look casual while clutching a red Sol...
The first thing I noticed about Miller Ranch was the silence. Or maybe it was the dust. Or my cousin Maya staring at me like I'd grown a second head during our entire car ride from...
Marcus sat on the bench, his arm in a sling, watching his teammates crush the opposing school. Baseball season was basically over for him, and the dugout felt lonelier than a goldf...
Maya clutched her dad's fishing hat like a life raft, the brim pulled low enough to hide her eyes but not her insecurity. The first pool party of freshman summer, and she was alrea...
Marcus's vintage Yankees hat sat backward on his head—his lucky charm, his armor, his everything. First week at Northwood High, and the cafeteria felt like a minefield of social ex...