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Maya's golden retriever, Buster, nosed her hand at 6 AM like he knew. First day of sophomore year at Lincoln High, and her stomach already did that thing where it felt like she'd s...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in her frizzy hair. The humidity was absolutely destroying her curls, and tonight was Leo's party—her first chance to talk to him si...
Marcus felt like a straight-up zombie. Three consecutive nights of binge-watching The Walking Dead on cable will do that to you. He stood by the edge of the pool, clutching a red s...
My mom's obsessed with these neon orange **vitamin** gummies she swears will "unlock my potential." Potentially embarrass me, more like. But I choke them down every morning because...
The plastic bag swung from my wrist, a tiny orange **goldfish** darting through its water like it was late for something important. I was literally the only person at Chloe's end-o...
Maya's cat, Mr. Whiskers, watched her through the window as she triple-checked her phone. No new messages. "Dude, stop stressing," her best friend Leo said, appearing beside her a...
Maya smoothed her dress for the tenth time, checking her reflection in the hallway mirror. First dinner at Chloe's house. This was it — the make-or-break moment that would determin...
I stood at the edge of the pool, toes curled against the concrete, while everyone else acted like they'd been born in chlorinated water. It was Jessica's sweet sixteen, which appar...
The pool hose coiled like a snake, its thick blue cable snaking across the concrete deck. Another summer, another backyard oasis for me to babysit while everyone else was at the be...
The padel court stared back at me like a neon-green judgment zone. Freshman year, and somehow I'd let Emma talk me into joining the 'casual' Saturday league at the country club her...
The vintage trucker hat sat on Jordan's dresser like a challenge. His older brother's lucky hat—worn to three championship games, never washed, somehow carrying an aura of effortle...
The bathroom mirror reflected someone I barely recognized—my hair now a screaming fox orange that definitely violated the school dress code. Mom was going to lose it, but honestly?...