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Zara's iphone vibrated in her pocket like a nervous heartbeat. Third week of freshman year, and she'd already figured out the high school social pyramid had her firmly planted at t...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, chlorine stinging his nose, watching the pyramid of popularity float by in the form of Jessica's crew. They'd claimed the best lounge chairs l...
Maya's hair was doing that thing again—that frizzy, I-can't-believe-I-have-to-present-today thing. She yanked the beanie down, jam-style, hoping her curls wouldn't stage a rebellio...
Maya was watching. That was the problem. The concession stand at the municipal baseball stadium wasn't exactly where sixteen-year-old Leo imagined spending his Saturday afternoon,...
I pulled my hat down low, trying to disappear. Not easy when you're standing at home plate with everyone watching. "You got this!" Jordan yelled from the dugout. My best friend si...
Maya's hands were literally shaking so bad she could barely unlock her iPhone. Standing outside Tyler's house, she smoothed her hair for the millionth time. The orange dye job she'...
Maya's hair had a mind of its own. Ever since she'd chopped it into a jagged pixie cut last week—partially inspired by that TikTok trend, partially because she'd lost a bet to her ...
Marcus's phone buzzed on his nightstand at 2:47 AM — Taylor, blowing up his snap with something called "The Pyramid Protocol." "Bro, you're seeing this? Some seniors built this wh...
I'd been running from everything for weeks. College applications, my dad's disappointed texts, the way my best friend Maya looked when I bailed on her party again. But tonight, I'd...
The cable-knit hat sat crushed in my backpack like my hopes for today. Coach Bennett's voice boomed across the field, "Marcus, you're up!" I grabbed my worn baseball glove—Dad's ...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, literally dripping onto her phone screen. Three days at Palm Springs Country Club and she still felt like a fraud. Her mom had dragged them here f...
Maya's reflection stared back—frizzy, defiant, totally not her. The box had promised "sun-kissed auburn," but after three hours with aluminum foil and bathroom lighting, her hair l...