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Ivy stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her papaya smoothie like it was a lifeline. The sophomore class summer party. The invitation had said "casual swim," but everyone looke...
The baseball cap sat backwards on my head like a lie I kept telling myself. Everyone expected me to love baseball — my dad's varsity jacket still hung in the hall, a ghost of glory...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, the chlorine stinging his nose as he adjusted his lifeguard whistle. Another summer of watching kids splash while his dad preached about baseb...
The social pyramid at Northwood High had clear levels. At the top: varsity athletes and perfect-skinned influencers. At the bottom: band kids, theater geeks, and me—Casey, freshman...
Maya tugged the bucket hat lower, praying nobody noticed the choppy layers she'd given herself with kitchen scissors at 2 AM. The greatest hits of bad decisions, honestly. "You ok...
My palms were sweating so much I thought I might actually short-circuit. First real party. First time wearing my dad's vintage fedora because Maya said it looked 'aesthetic.' First...
My fedora hat felt ridiculous, but Sarah said it gave me 'vintage aesthetic energy.' She would know—she had like 50K followers and used words like 'aesthetic' and 'curated' without...
The vitamin bottle rattled in my backpack as I hiked up the trail. Mom had insisted—"You're growing, Maya, you need your nutrients"—but the real reason I'd packed them was because ...
Maya's lungs burned. She'd been running for twenty minutes straight, AirPods blasting Taylor Swift, trying to outrun the text message that had ruined her Tuesday: *moving to differ...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating. Which was ironic considering she was about to be submerged in water anyway. "You're literally overthinking this," said Jenna, ...
Maya stood at the edge of the crowd, clutching her red solo cup like a lifeline. Her best friend Sophie had already abandoned her for some seniors near the makeshift dance floor, l...
Maya's hair had declared war on her freshman year. The frizz halo around her head was basically a social notification that she didn't have her life together. "You good?" Liam aske...