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The party at Tyler's house was already legendary before I even got there. I didn't realize until I caught my reflection in the backyard sliding glass door that I still had spinach...
Maya's hair wasn't cooperating. Again. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to perfect the effortless waves that looked so natural on Kiara's Instagram stories, but hers just look...
Kai's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping onto her new denim skirt which she'd spent forty-five minutes ironing because wrinkles were social suicide at Jordan's party. She...
Marcus choked on his gummy **vitamin** for the third time that morning while staring at the tryout poster on his bedroom wall. County Baseball Team. First practice today. His hands...
The first day of sophomore year, I walked into homeroom with my hair sticking up in seven different directions. Mom had tried to give me "just a trim" the night before, and now I l...
Marcus dragged himself through the hallway Friday morning, full-on zombie mode after staying up until 3 AM finishing his English essay. His eyes burned, his brain felt like mush, a...
Maya's hair was doing that thing again — the frizz-halo that made her look like a startled poodle. She'd spent forty-five minutes with the straightener, but the humidity at the pad...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she might actually slip right off her lounge chair and face-plant into the deep end. Not that anyone would notice. Everyone at Chloe's legendary e...
The text lit up my phone at 2:47 AM. u up? Maya. Obviously. I stared at my ceiling, feeling like a total zombie after staying up until 4 AM last night doomscrolling through the s...
Marcus's life was basically one continuous awkward moment, but today took the cake. His golden retriever, Buster, had just bolted toward the popular table during lunch, dragging Ma...
Maya's hair hit the locker room floor in wet, chlorinated clumps. She'd been **swimming** since before she could walk — State finals, 5 AM practices, the whole deal. But today, she...
Maya's dad's old baseball hat sat pulled low over her eyes, her default invisibility cloak since starting at Northwood High. Two months in, and she was still the quiet girl in the ...