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Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She gripped her lunch tray like it was a lifeline, which honestly, it kinda was. Today marked Day Three of sitting at the so-called popular table...
Marcus stood at the plate, his heart hammering like a drum solo. The North High Bears' mascot—a giant fuzzy head with dead eyes—loomed from the dugout, judging him. First varsity a...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even stepped through the gate. Jessica's annual end-of-summer pool party — the social event of the season, apparently. I adjusted my swimsuit str...
Maya's palms wouldn't stop sweating. She gripped the red Solo cup like her life depended on it, hyper-aware that everyone at Tyler's party could probably see her shaking. The house...
Maya's life had become a zombie apocalypse of the mind. Four hours of sleep, three AP classes, and zero social life would do that to a person. She trudged through sophomore year li...
The mechanical bull snorted steam into the sticky arcade air as Maya gripped the harness with white knuckles. This wasn't her scene—she was the girl who organized AP study groups, ...
Maya clutched her lucky swim cap like a lifeline. Across the pool deck, her best friend since seventh grade was deep in conversation with the new girl from AP Bio—laughing at somet...
My summer job at Chen's Market was supposed to be easy. Stock shelves, smile at customers, save money for concert tickets. Instead, it became the summer my social life died. It st...
Maya dragged herself into third period, running on two hours of sleep and vibes that could best be described as a zombie apocalypse in progress. Her AP History essay was due at mid...
Maya adjusted her hair for the thousandth time, checking her reflection in the darkened patio door. The curls were frizzing in the humidity, and no amount of product could tame the...
The vitamin supplements clattered as Maya shoved them into her backpack. Her dad's voice echoed in her head: "You need the edge, Maya. Baseball scouts don't wait for anyone." At fi...
Maya stared at her reflection in the country club bathroom mirror, her curly hair frizzing in the humidity like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket. Great. Just what she...