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Marcus's iphone buzzed against his thigh, but he couldn't check it—not with the baseball game tied at the bottom of the seventh. The whole student section was watching. Coach had f...
Marcus felt like a zombie — honestly, total walking dead energy — as he dragged himself toward the baseball diamond. Tryouts for varsity, and he'd spent all night doom-scrolling in...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her jeans—third time in two minutes—and tried to look chill. Across the cafeteria, Skylar and her squad were laughing at someth...
The field trip to the Metropolitan Museum was supposed to be chill—just me, Brianna, and Amani taking aesthetic pics for the feed while everyone else pretended to care about ancien...
Maya's hair had been its own entity since seventh grade—a voluminous, rebellious cloud that refused to be tamed by serum, prayer, or the expensive sulfate-free conditioner her mom ...
Maya's phone buzzed on the cafeteria table, her cracked iphone lighting up with another text from the group chat she'd been ghosting for three days. You coming to Alexa's party ton...
Maya pressed her back against the bathroom door, heart hammering like she'd just sprinted a mile. Outside, muffled bass thumped through the wood—some remix she pretended to know bu...
Maya's hands shook as she applied the temporary blue hair dye, praying it wouldn't stain the porcelain sink. Her mom would literally kill her if she found out, but tonight was Lexi...
My mom practically force-fed me the vitamin gummy every morning, claiming it would help me 'grow into my confidence.' Which was ridiculous—since when did multivitamins cure social ...
Maya's palms were sweating. Literally sweating. She clutched her phone so hard the **cable** connecting it to the portable charger bent at a concerning angle. "You good?" Marcus a...
Maya felt like a zombie. Like, actual brain-eating, shuffling undead zombie. Three weeks of staying up until 3 AM grinding ranked matches would do that to a person. Her mom called ...
Maya's phone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. The group chat was blowing up about Jake's party tonight, but she was stuck at her great-aunt's farm for the weekend, suppos...