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Marcus had been best friends with Tyler since seventh grade, back before high school turned everyone into versions of themselves they didn't recognize. But lately? Tyler was barely...
I'm running down the hallway with Mrs. Gable's goldfish bowl clutched against my chest, water sloshing onto my vintage band tee. Again. This is the third time this week I've had to...
Maya stood at the edge of the **pool**, chlorine stinging her nose, heart hammering like she'd downed three energy drinks instead of just one. Jordan's annual summer bash. The soci...
The spinach was stuck. I could feel it, wedged between my front teeth like a green neon sign announcing my awkwardness to the world. "You good, Maya?" Jordan asked, eyebrows raise...
Maya's alarm blared at 6:45 AM—what she and her friends called zombie hour, that undead stretch before first coffee when everyone walked through school hallways like the walking de...
Maya pressed her back against the cafeteria wall, heart hammering. She was basically a professional spy at this point — three weeks of watching Jordan sit with his friends without ...
Maya's iPhone buzzed with the tenth Snapchat notification of the hour. Her crush Ethan had posted another story from baseball practice—tan, smiling, unmistakably popular. Meanwhile...
I spent most of July feeling like a total zombie—just going through the motions, sliding into that weird summer haze where days blur together and your brain turns to mush. My frien...
Maya stared at the text message, her thumbs hovering over the screen. The party was at Jake's house—Jake, whose smile could make entire friend groups dissolve like sugar in hot wat...
The papaya sat on the kitchen counter like an alien artifact. My mom's new phase—tropical everything. "It's good for you, Marco," she called from the living room. "Vitamins." I e...
The night my social life officially died, I was wearing a bear costume. It was homecoming week, and my older sister Jade—senior, popular, perfect—had talked me into being the masc...
Max had been swimming laps since before dawn, trying to perfect his dive before freshman year orientation. His hair—clashed against the pool tiles like fire—was bright orange now, ...