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My fedora hat was supposed to be my armor. Junior year transformation plan: new hat, new me. I'd spent the entire summer watching Kai from across the cafeteria like a total spy, ca...
Marcus's mom had gone full wellness influencer over the summer. The kitchen counter looked like a pharmacy aisle — bottles of vitamin D, zinc, magnesium, and some sketchy probiotic...
Maya stood by the resort pool, clutching her oversized sun **hat** like a shield. Her mom had dragged the whole family to Paradise Cove for "quality time" — which really meant Maya...
Maya's palms were sweating as she stood outside Kyle's house, the bass from the music vibrating through her sneakers. This was it—the first party of sophomore year, and she was fin...
My palms were literally dripping onto my math homework. Again. "You good?" Maya whispered from across the table, genuinely concerned instead of laughing at me like her friends wou...
My palms were sweating so much I could barely grip the starting line. Again. Everyone else looked calm, stretching like they actually knew what they were doing, while I was busy ha...
Maya's phone buzzed for the third time in as many minutes. *U coming?* flashed across the screen from Jordan. The squad was gathering for the biggest Among Us session of the year, ...
Marcus's baseball cleats clunked against the patio tiles—the dead giveaway of someone who didn't belong at the Pine Valley Country Club. His mom's new boyfriend had invited them fo...
Marcus slumped against the lockers, scrolling through his phone. His Crypto portfolio was down 47% — again. "Dude, you're obsessed," Maya said, spinning her combination lock. "It'...
Marcus felt like a zombie. Three consecutive nights of studying for APUSH finals will do that to a person. He caught his reflection in the storefront window—his hair was doing this...
The pool party raged around me, a blur of splashing bodies and too-loud laughter. I clutched my iPhone like a lifeline, thumb-scrolling through feeds I'd already scrolled through t...
Marcus had been faking it for two months. The baseball cap pulled low, the casual slouch in the dugout, the fist bumps he didn't feel. Nobody on the South High Titans knew he'd str...