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The lucky snapback had survived three waterslide collisions and one unfortunate nacho incident at Ruby's house party last month. Now, perched precariously on Maya's head as she lea...
The pyramid of red Solo cups towered precariously on the patio table, each one filled with questionable punch that nobody under seventeen should probably be drinking. I stood by th...
Maya stared at the cable box, watching the same reality show for the third time that night. Her phone buzzed — another text from Jordan about their "revolutionary" new business ven...
Maya had perfected the art of the pool stakeout. From her bedroom window, she'd spy on the neighborhood kids like they were reality TV stars, living their best lives while she spir...
Jordan stood in front of the mirror, vintage fedora tilted at just the right angle. It was supposed to be their armor—the thing that would finally make them cool at freshman orient...
Maya's brother Jay decided he was a stylist now. "I've been watching YouTube tutorials," he said, wielding kitchen scissors like a weapon. Maya sat on a stool in their bathroom, s...
The summer before sophomore year, I spent every afternoon at the baseball field, trying to prove I deserved the starting pitcher spot. Coach said I had "raw talent" but needed to "...
Marcus stood at the edge of the padel court, sweat dripping down his back as his so-called friend Tyler laughed at something someone said across the net. Tyler had ditched baseball...
I was choking down my mom's latest wellness obsession — some neon-orange vitamin gummy that tasted like regret — when my phone buzzed. Maya. My best friend since seventh grade, the...
I stood at the edge of the pool feeling like a total zombie. Jordan's end-of-school blowout was packed with the popular crowd, all perfect and shiny, while I was just Goldfish Girl...
Maya's been running from everything since freshman year — her feelings, her awkwardness, basically her entire existence. So cross country felt like fate, right? Just keep moving fo...
Maya's iPhone screen glowed in the dark of her room, illuminating the perfectly curated pyramid of her high school's social hierarchy. At the top: the varsity jacket crew, their po...