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Marcus adjusted his hat for the third time, pulling the brim lower even though no amount of fabric could hide what he'd done to his hair. The DIY buzz cut disaster wasn't just bad—...
Maya's hair refused to behave. Like, actually refused—springing into a chaotic halo that made her look like she'd stuck a fork in an electrical socket. She yanked her dad's old bas...
Jordan's hands shook as she tied the goggles around her head. The chlorine smell of the pool **water** had always grounded her before races, but today her stomach did backflips. Fr...
Derek checked his reflection for the third time, smoothing down his shirt. Taylor's party started in two hours, and his stomach was doing that thing where it felt like he'd swallow...
Maya's palms were basically a waterfall. This was it—her first high school house party, and she was already envisioning fifty different ways to embarrass herself in front of everyo...
Maya's Aunt Sheila was, to put it gently, a lot. She had a 'side hustle' that was definitely a pyramid scheme, sold essential oils that supposedly cured everything from acne to exi...
Maya stood in front of her bathroom mirror, carefully positioning her dad's old baseball cap backward. The hashtag said #NewYearNewMe, but her stomach was doing Olympic gymnastics....
Maya pulled the brim of her dad's old fedora lower over her eyes. It was her security blanket—the hat made her invisible, or at least harder to read, which was basically the same t...
Maya's iPhone lay face-up on her comforter, screen lighting up every twenty seconds like some desperate heartbeat. Another like. Another story view. She was practically cyber-stalk...
Maya's grip on her iPhone was sweaty, slippery like she'd been holding it underwater. The cafeteria stretched before her in its natural state: a social pyramid so obvious it might ...
The pool lights glowed radioactive blue, turning everyone into underwater ghosts. Maya clutched her iPhone like a lifeline, her thumb hovering over Jake's text message. Are you com...
Maya stared at her iPhone screen, the blue light highlighting the dark circles under her eyes. 2:47 AM. The last text from Jules sat there, sent three hours ago: u up? She hadn't ...