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Marcus's palms were sweating so much he could practically fill a water bottle. Standing beside the **cable** car stop, he clutched his **baseball** glove like a lifeline. Today was...
The pool surface rippled with nervous energy, like everyone's insecurities were manifesting as physical waves. I stood at the edge clutching my towel like it was the only thing hol...
Maya's hands were shaking so bad she could barely tie her swimsuit. State qualifiers tomorrow, and she'd been dissociating through practice all week. The locker room mirror showed ...
Maya's fingers hovered over her iPhone screen, the blue light illuminating the nervous sweat on her forehead. Three dots appeared, disappeared, appeared again. Was Tyler actually t...
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...