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The palm trees swayed like they were mocking me. Seriously, even the landscape was judging my awkwardness. "You coming?" Marcus called from the padel court, sweat already staining...
Leo's social life ranked somewhere between the vending machine and that kid who ate glue freshman year. The Westbridge High pyramid scheme was brutal: jocks at the apex, then the p...
Maya stood at the edge of Jenna's pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The social pyramid at Hamilton High had placed Jenna firmly at the top, and somehow, Maya had scored an...
I was definitely not supposed to be running through the school hallway with a plastic bag containing Marv, my prize-winning goldfish, but desperate times called for desperate measu...
My dad's trucker hat sat backward on my head—my only armor against the country club crowd. They all wore pristine visors and talked about their expensive padel lessons like it was ...
Maya's hands shook as she fumbled with the HDMI cable, her heart doing that nervous flutter thing it always did when she was about to do something terrifying. Like streaming for th...
I stared at the plastic baggie on my lunch tray. Inside, three tiny pellets floated like secrets in a cloudy pond. "You're really doing it?" Maya asked, crunching her apple dramat...
Maya dragged herself through third period feeling like a literal zombie. Three hours of sleep would do that to you — especially when you'd spent the entire night doom-scrolling ins...
The summer before freshman year, I worked at my aunt's exotic animal rescue. That's where I learned that teenage boys and rescued foxes have a lot in common — both are skittish, bo...
I was running from Tyler's party because Maya actually showed up with another guy. My phone buzzed in my pocket—probably the group chat blowing up with everyone asking where I'd gh...
Maya's cat, Nimbus, had better social skills than she did. At least Nimbus didn't overthink every text message or have panic attacks about which table to sit at in the cafeteria. ...
My hair was supposed to be blue. That was the plan—everything about sophomore year was supposed to be different. New me, new aesthetic, zero more of that invisible-girl energy that...