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Maya dragged herself into third period feeling like a straight-up zombie. Three consecutive nights of TikTok doom-scrolling will do that to you. Her AP Bio partner Leo shot her a l...
The summer humidity hit like a wall as Maya stepped onto the dock. Lake party of the year — and she'd almost talked herself out of going. Again. "You good, Maya?" Sarah called fro...
Maya stood frozen in the kitchen doorway, clutching her red Solo cup like it was a lifeline. Jordan's party raged beyond—the bass thrumming, people shouting over the music, laughte...
The bass thumped through the floorboards as I leaned against the kitchen counter, nursing a Sprite and praying nobody would notice how out of place I felt. Exactly where every seve...
Mia's legs burned as she rounded the corner, her breath coming in sharp gasps. Cross country practice had ended twenty minutes ago, but she kept running anyway. It was the only tim...
Mateo's legs burned as he sprinted down the street, his breath ragged in the morning air. Running had always been his escape—the one thing that drowned out the noise in his head. B...
I was mid-scroll through my feed when my dad dropped the news: we were moving. Again. Six schools in four years, and somehow this one felt different. Maybe because I was fifteen no...
The box promised "sunset coral," but the mirror showed traffic cone. I stood in my bathroom at 2 AM, my normally-brown hair now aggressively orange, contemplating whether shaving i...
Leo stood at the edge of the padel court, his vintage trucker hat pulled low over his eyes. The brim curled slightly at the edges—just like his dad's used to, back before the divor...
Maya's phone died at 2% while she was mid-glow-up caption. Again. She groaned and stared at her reflection. Three months into sophomore year at Northwood High, and she was still f...
The pool at Tyler's house shimmered like liquid diamond, reflecting the party lights that danced across the surface. I stood at the edge, clutching my red Solo cup like it was a li...
I stared at the bathroom mirror, my reflection practically vibrating with anxiety. The green hair dye had taken too well to my curly brown strands. WAY too well. I looked like a sp...