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Mateo leaned against the chain-link fence, watching the varsity football players strut toward the gym like they owned the school. Jason Miller, a senior built like a tank, high-fiv...
Maya's thumbs moved like lightning across her iPhone screen, double-tapping photos of people who were living their best lives while she stood against the basement wall clutching a ...
Maya smoothed her vintage bucket hat for the tenth time, checking her reflection in the cafeteria window. First week of sophomore year, and she was still trying to figure out her a...
The hat was supposed to be my armor. A oversized bucket hat pulled low, hiding my face, my braces, my everything-except-it-didn't work because everyone still noticed me anyway. "L...
Maya stared at her reflection, willing her hair to cooperate. The curly chaos had a mind of its own, and today it was definitely not vibing with the whole 'effortlessly cool' aesth...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be legendary. Instead, I'm standing by the edge, clutching a red solo cup like it's a lifeline, while everyone else acts like they'r...
The spinach stuck in my braces was literally the worst thing that could happen on a Monday, especially when Luke was watching. Again. I'd caught him staring at me three times since...
Maya stared at the green sludge in her blender like it was radioactive waste. According to Instagram, spinach smoothies were supposed to make you swim faster. Something about iron ...
The social pyramid at Northwood High was ruthless. You were either at the top, or you were invisible. Maya had spent three years perfecting the art of invisibility. Until the cable...
My first job at the Sphinx Cafe wasn't exactly what I'd pictured for my sophomore summer. I'd imagined somewhere with air conditioning and maybe some cute coworkers. Instead, I got...
Maya's first day at Crestwood High felt like swimming upstream without a floatie. The social hierarchy here wasn't just unspoken—it was practically carved into the cafeteria walls....
The goldfish had been dead for three weeks, but Maya kept feeding it anyway. Some habits die harder than others—like her crush on Lucas, who'd barely glanced her way since seventh ...