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Maya's iphone screen glowed at 11:47 PM, illuminating the darkness of her room with the blue light that had become her personal midnight sun. Another notification. Another someone ...
I was running late. Again. The kind of late where your crush is already waiting by the padel court, and you're still three blocks away, out of breath and questioning every life cho...
Maya felt like a zombie. Three weeks into sophomore year and she was already running on fumes, doom-scrolling until 2 AM, her iPhone glow painting her room in an eerie blue. "Like...
Marcus stood in the cafeteria, clutching his tray like a shield, trying to remember where he sat on the social pyramid this week. Ninth grade had felt like a game of musical chairs...
My hair was supposed to be the perfect shade of sunset pink. That's what the box promised, anyway. Instead, after three hours at Jessica's pool party, it looked like a cotton candy...
Marcus stood in front of his mirror for twenty minutes, adjusting the brim of his vintage Dodgers hat backward, then forward, then sideways again. It was his armor against sophomor...
Maya stood in front of the bathroom mirror for twenty minutes, her hair refusing to cooperate. The humid summer air had turned her curls into a frizzy cloud she couldn't tame. She ...
The bear head smelled like sophomore year sweat and desperation. I yanked it off, my curly hair frizzing everywhere, and checked my iPhone for the third time in thirty seconds. Sti...
Marcus stood inside the fuzzy bear costume, sweating through his senior year hoodie. This wasn't the plan. The original mascot had mono, and Marcus's best friend Jake had somehow v...
Marcus's thumb hovered over his iPhone screen, the blue light washing out his face in the dark bedroom. Three notifications from the group chat: *Did u see what Tyler posted?* *Eve...
Marcus stood outside Jenny's house, hands sweating, clutching a bag of ice like it was something precious. His first real party. Not the awkward birthday cake kind, but a REAL high...
Maya stared into the bathroom mirror, her curly hair frizzing in every possible direction despite the expensive anti-frizz serum she'd wasted half her allowance on. The Welcome Bac...