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Leo straightened his oversized lifeguard hoodie for the third time, palms sweating like he'd been holding onto the climbing wall too long. This was it — Jade's end-of-summer blowou...
The vitamin gummies clicked against my teeth as I choked down three of them before school. My doctor said I'd "appreciate the energy boost," but honestly, I just needed anything to...
Maya stared into the bathroom mirror, running gel through her newly chopped hair. The pixie cut was supposed to be bold, confident, a fresh start for sophomore year. Instead, she l...
Maya's mom had packed her lunch for Taylor's pool party like it was a school day. 'Be healthy, mija,' she'd said, handing Maya a Tupperware that smelled like commitment. Now, star...
Leo's beanie hat sat crushed at the bottom of his locker, confiscated by Coach Martinez during third period gym. It'd been his armor since freshman year—a slouchy navy thing that c...
My palms were sweating so much I could barely grip my solo cup. First high school party, and I was hiding in the bathroom staring at myself in the mirror like some pathetic charact...
Maya stood at the edge of the **pool**, clutching her **iPhone** like a lifeline. The summer party was in full swing—kids from school she'd been avoiding all year, now half-naked a...
Jordan's hands wouldn't stop sweating as he gripped the clipboard. Senior year. The last chance to leave his mark on North Valley High, and here he was, about to audition for schoo...
Maya's older brother Jay had been acting weird all week. Which was saying something, considering Jay was practically a human question mark on a good day. But this? This was next-le...
Maya pulled her beanie down lower, covering the curls she'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame. First day at Ridgebrook High, and she was already regretting her outfit choice....
The social pyramid at Northwood High was less of a hierarchy and more of a death trap. I'd been hovering somewhere near the middle—too visible to be invisible, too invisible to mat...
Maya's phone buzzed with another college rejection email at 2:47 AM. She felt like a straight-up zombie, three weeks into senior year with zero sleep and a GPA that was somehow sti...