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Chloe stared at the green sludge in the blender like it was a personal insult. Her mom's new phase: *wellness*, which apparently meant forcing spinach down her daughter's throat ev...
The cafeteria spinach sat limp and sad on my tray, mocking me. Mom had packed my lunch with a stern look and her classic line: "You need iron for cross country." "Yo, Maya, you're...
The brim of my black beanie pulled low over my eyes, I sprinted around the school track, breath ragged in the October cold. Running was my escape—the one place where nobody could s...
Pool parties at Jessica's house were legendary, which was exactly why I'd spent the last three summers conveniently "busy" whenever invitations rolled around. Freshman year, differ...
Maya pressed her face against her bedroom window at 2 AM, feeling like a total zombie from three nights of insufficient sleep. The blue glow from her laptop screen was the only lig...
Marcus was failing at baseball. Again. "Dude, you swing like your bat's made of styrofoam," Jake called from the outfield, laughing with his varsity jacket crew. "Maybe try hittin...
Maya adjusted the baseball cap, pulling the brim lower. Chloramine hung heavy in the humid air around the neighborhood pool. This was it—THE party. Everyone who was anyone from sop...
Marcus stood at the edge of the baseball diamond, clutching his phone like a lifeline. The orange bucket hat perched on his head — a gag gift from his aunt that he'd somehow starte...
Maya's iphone buzzed for the third time in thirty seconds. Her palm sweat was making the screen slippery — gross, but also kind of perfect metaphor for how this whole conversation ...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually dripping — and she was about to humiliate herself in front of everyone at Tyler's house party. Again. The fishbowl on the kitchen count...
My bright orange hair was supposed to be my rebrand. Freshman year, new me, you know? But three weeks into school, I'm still the same socially anxious girl who now looks like a tra...
Maya's palms were basically a waterfall at this point. Great. Just great. "You okay?" Jake whispered beside her, his skateboard tucked under his arm like it was some kind of shiel...