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The lightning flashed across Maya's bedroom window, illuminating the chaos of her failed streaming setup. She glared at the tangled mess of HDMI cables, ethernet cords, and power s...
The orange hoodie was Mom's idea. "You need to stand out, Kai," she'd said, handing me the neon monstrosity. Now I'm trapped in the cafeteria corner, glowing like a radioactive tra...
I pulled my baseball cap lower, eyes scanning the padel court like I was working some deep undercover operation. Which, honestly, I kind of was. My first week at Northwood High, an...
Jordan adjusted their hair in the bathroom mirror—third time that morning. The new undercut was supposed to be a statement, a middle finger to the baseball team that had spent thre...
Bleach burned my scalp for the third time, but I didn't care. Tonight was the baseball game where Josh would finally notice me. I'd been invisible since freshman year, just the qui...
Marcus dragged himself to third base, feeling like the actual walking dead. Three hours of sleep AP Bio cramming would do that to you. Coach Peterson was yelling something about hu...
Maya felt like a zombie waking up at 7 AM for her first day at the exclusive country club her parents had joined. TheVIP membership package meant her summer would be spent at the c...
Maya smoothed her vintage dad hat for the hundredth time, checking her reflection in the bathroom mirror. The brim was perfectly curved—two weeks of careful manipulation had finall...
Marcus's pool party was supposed to be my social resurrection. Freshman year had been a disaster — I was the girl who tripped over her own backpack during orientation — but this su...
Maya stood in the corner of Tyler's basement, regretting every life choice that led to wearing a bear onesie to her first high school party. The fuzzy brown costume had seemed hila...
Leo stood in front of the bathroom mirror, bleach burning his scalp as his mom yelled from downstairs about his SAT prep. The blue hair dye was supposed to be rebellion, but mostly...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, chlorine stinging her nose, watching the water ripple like liquid sapphire. This was supposed to be the summer before senior year—the legendary ...