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Marcus had worn the same backward baseball cap since seventh grade. It wasn't just a hat—it was his entire personality. When he walked through Jefferson High's halls, that cap said...
Maya's frizzy hair had declared war on humidity the second she stepped off the bus at Pine Ridge Summer Camp. Seventh time's the charm, she thought, slapping another elastic band a...
Maya's brother's goldfish was named Blaze. Which was ironic, because Blaze mostly did nothing but float near his plastic castle, occasionally nibbling at flakes like he was doom-sc...
Marcus's orange swim trunks were basically a scream for attention. Which was exactly the opposite of what he wanted. "Dude, you look like a traffic cone," Jordan joked, which got ...
Maya's fedora was basically a third arm at this point. The vintage felt number she'd thrifted for twelve bucks had become her social armor—a literal hat she could hide under when t...
Alex stood in front of the bathroom mirror, streaking bright orange dye through her hair. The first day of sophomore year was three weeks away, and she needed a change. Something d...
Maya's first day at Vista Verde High felt like walking into a pyramid scheme where the currency was confidence and she was completely broke. The social hierarchy here was practical...
The coaxial cable lay tangled on my floor like a dead snake, mocking me. Friday night, and instead of being at Jordan's party—the one everyone was posting about on Insta—I was at m...
The party was already in full swing when Maya arrived, fashionably late but awkwardly early to the important stuff. Her palms were sweating — like, actually sweating, enough that s...
My phone died at exactly 3:47 PM, somewhere between the padel court and the mess hall. Of course it did. Summer camp, week one, and already my iPhone - my lifeline to civilization,...
The cafeteria at Northwood High operated like a pyramid, and Maya had definitely started at the bottom. Freshman year was like walking through a maze with your eyes closed—every da...
The community pool hummed with summer noise—splashes, shrieks, the distant crack of a baseball bat from the park next door. I sat on the edge, legs dangling in the cool water, watc...