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The pyramid loomed in the distance, illuminated by security floodlights that made it look like a radioactive spacecraft had landed in suburban Ohio. Our senior trip to Mexico was s...
Maya's iphone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. Another notification. Another like on the photo she'd carefully staged that morning—aesthetic toast, perfect lighting, #liv...
Marcus's dad had baseball in his blood. Like, literally—the guy still kept his old varsity jacket in the hall closet, faded #23 stitched across the chest like a warning label. So w...
Maya stood at the edge of Mirror Lake, her iphone glowing with notifications she couldn't bring herself to answer. The bonfire behind her crackled with laughter and shouted convers...
Marcus's mom drove him to Oak Creek High with that look—the one that said 'this'll be good for you' while she literally moved him across the country three weeks into junior year. H...
Maya's sixteen, and she's finally going to Jake's party. The one everyone's been posting about since Monday. Her hands shake as she applies lip gloss in the rearview mirror, practi...
Maya's palm was sweating against her iPhone case as she hovered over Jake's profile for the third time that night. His new post — him shirtless at some beach party with girls she d...
Leo smoothed the nonexistent wrinkles in his vintage muscle tee, his heart doing that embarrassingly fluttery thing it always did when Maya looked his way. The bonfire crackled beh...
Maya stared at the pyramid of cafeteria tables—literally the social hierarchy of Northwood High in architectural form. Bottom tier: theater kids and debate team. Middle tier: band ...
I dragged myself to the community pool like a zombie, brain still mush from finals week. The papaya-colored swim trunks my mom bought me as a 'confidence boost' weren't helping. Ne...
Maya felt like a walking zombie as she dragged herself through the hallway, running on three hours of sleep and pure panic. Her phone buzzed in her pocket—probably the group chat b...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. Freshman year Homecoming week, and here she was, hiding in the bathroom at Jackson's party while he...