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Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her jeans for the third time, checking her phone like her life depended on it. Technically, it did—or at least her social life ...
Maya smoothed her hands over her baseball uniform — the same one she'd worn since freshman year. Her hair, usually tamed into a practical braid, escaped in frizzy wisps around her ...
Maya dragged herself through the hallway, feeling like a total zombie after three hours of AP Bio. Her mom's new boyfriend, Ted—this massive guy with a beard who literally looked l...
Marco's cleats dug into the dirt as he rounded third base, his lungs burning like he'd swallowed fire. This was it—the moment that determined whether he made varsity or got cut lik...
Maya adjusted her dad's oversized fishing hat for the third time, feeling like a total poser at Camp Whispering Pines. Everyone else had those aesthetic vintage bucket hats from Ur...
Miguel stood at the plate, feeling like a total zombie. Third time this week he'd stayed up until 3 AM doomscrolling through Instagram—not even his own feed, but secretly spying on...
The museum field trip was supposed to be boring, but then Leo pointed at the ancient Egyptian sphinx and whispered, "Bet you can't solve its riddle before third period." I rolled ...
The pool party crackled with something more than just the bass from Jordan's Bluetooth speakers. Thunderheads had been building all afternoon, a wall of purple-black bruising the s...
Maya'sInstagram-obsessed cousin declared that chlorine exposure destroyed hair collagen. Maya stood at the edge of the massive pool, watching her classmates cannonball into the azu...
Maya stood outside the gymnasium doors, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The bass from homecoming thundered through the walls, making her stomach do nervous cartwheels. She adj...
Maya dragged herself into first period with her NYU hoodie pulled low, operating on three hours of sleep and whatever构成了 a functional heartbeat. Junior year had turned her into a c...
The hat was everything. A vintage black trucker with a rusted snapback, curated to look like I'd found it at a thrift store when actually I'd spent two weeks researching 90s aesthe...