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Jordan's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping onto their ripped skinny jeans. Senior year. Five minutes until AP Calc, and they were hiding behind the gym's dumpster with a...
Marcus adjusted his fitted hat, brim pulled low to hide the flush creeping up his neck. The varsity baseball team's tryouts were tomorrow, and his arms felt like jelly from extra p...
The orange glow of sunset bled into the horizon as I stood outside the community center, gripping my backpack straps like they were my only lifeline. Third new school in two years....
Maya's curls had turned into a frizzy halo after her third lap of the pool. She yanked at her swim cap, but the damage was done—her natural hair was doing its own thing, as usual. ...
Maya's mom stood in the kitchen doorway, holding out the blender like a peace offering. "It's got spinach. You need iron for track season." "Hard pass," Maya said, already reachin...
I'd been running from my problems since seventh grade, but today they were literally chasing me down the hallway. Third period PE, and Coach Martinez decided that conditioning mean...
I woke up feeling like a zombie—three consecutive nights of binge-watching apocalyptic shows will do that to you. My mom had unplugged the cable box at 2 AM, claiming I needed "fre...
The chlorine smell hit Maya first—that sharp, chemical scent that meant Tuesday night swim practice. She adjusted her goggles, trying to look casual while her heart hammered like c...
Maya's black beanie was basically glued to her head sophomore year. It was her armor against a world that felt way too loud, way too bright, and way too eager to judge everything a...
Maya smoothed her hair for the twentieth time, checking her reflection in the bathroom mirror. The dance was in two hours, and her stomach was doing that weird fluttery thing that ...
The orange sundress was supposed to be my armor. Mom said it made me look confident, which was exactly what I needed for Jordan's pool party. Three years of crushing on him, and I ...
The summer before junior year, Maya landed what she thought would be the chillest job ever—working the counter at Tropical Fusion, that bougie smoothie place in the mall where all ...