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I never meant to be a spy, but somehow that's exactly what I'd become. Every Friday night, I'd perch on the edge of the bleachers at the baseball field, pretending to care about th...
The pool deck smelled like chlorine and cheap concession stand nachos. Maya adjusted her goggles for the tenth time, her hands shaking. "You're up, Vitamin," Coach Henderson barke...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his phone like a lifeline. The sophomore class spring fling buzzed around him—kids he'd known since elementary school now organized ...
Maya's summer took a weird turn when her older cousin Jay started treating their high school social hierarchy like some kind of pyramid scheme he'd definitely fallen for. "You got...
My hair was doing that thing it does when I'm nervous—standing up in three different directions like it's trying to escape my head. I stood in Maya's backyard, clutching a red plas...
The snapback sat pulled low on my forehead, shielding more than just my eyes. At seventeen, a good hat could function as armor against cafeteria seating dilemmas and accidental eye...
I spent twenty minutes on my hair that morning, trying to make it look like I hadn't spent any time on it at all. The perfectly messy waves required more product and manipulation t...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her red solo cup like a lifeline. The senior class president, Jake, was organizing everyone into a human pyramid in the shallow end. O...
Maya stood at the edge of the resort's infinity pool, water rippling like liquid sapphire in the July heat. Fifteen and miserable, she'd been dragged to her dad's new girlfriend's ...
Fox got her nickname in seventh grade when Mrs. Henderson said she was "sly as a fox" for talking her way out of detention. Now a junior, she'd embraced it—dyed her hair orange las...
Maya's summer transformation plan was supposed to be foolless. New hair (copper highlights, a bold departure from her usual mousy brown), new wardrobe (courtesy of her first-ever j...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, frizzy **hair** refusing to cooperate with any product she'd tried. First day at Northwood High, and she already looked like s...