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I've been acting like a total spy since September. Not the cool, cinematic kind with gadgets and disguises — more like the creepy, borderline-stalker kind who lurks in the shadows ...
Maya spent forty-five minutes on her hair—curling iron, expensive products, the whole routine—only for it to frizz the moment she stepped outside. The humidity was already working ...
Leo's bedroom was his sanctuary and his studio. Streamer lights coiled around the ceiling like glowing serpents. His pc setup was next level—RGB everything, dual monitors, the work...
I stood by the dugout, clutching my vitamin D supplement like it was a lucky charm. Mom swore it would help with "growth and focus," but mostly it just made me feel like a fraud tr...
Jamie's baseball cap stayed perched on her head through third period, through lunch, and definitely through swim practice. Coach Reynolds, who everyone called Bear behind his back ...
Maya's palms were sweating—again. Typical. First day of sophomore year and she was already psyching herself out before even walking through the doors of classroom 7B, clutching her...
Maya stood against the gym wall, clutching her red plastic cup like it was a lifeline. She felt like a total spy, cataloging everyone's moves — who danced with who, who snuck outsi...
Friday night and I was lying on my bedroom floor, feeling like a straight-up zombie. Junior year was killing me—AP Chem, track practice, college applications, the constant pressure...
The air around the pool was thick with humidity and expectations. I stood there in my Fox Racing hoodie—thank god I'd chickened out of actually swimming—sweaty palms pressed agains...
The papaya sat untouched on the paper plate, bright orange against the suburban backyard backdrop. Maya poked it with her plastic fork, wishing she was literally anywhere else. The...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating through her favorite thrifted dress as she clutched her phone. The party music thumped through Jordyn's house, and everywhere sh...
Maya's hair defied gravity, physics, and possibly several state laws. She'd spent two hours with the straightening iron, coaxing her natural curls into submission for Jordan's part...