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Maya's hair refused to cooperate that morning. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to perfect the messy waves she'd seen on TikTok, but somehow ended up looking like she'd just r...
The goldfish stared at me with what I swear was judgment in those bulging eyes. Dad had brought it home as a 'sorry I'm working late again' peace offering, which was honestly laugh...
The mascot head smelled like stale dreams and 2019. Or maybe that was just Trey's gym socks talking. "Dude, you're actually gonna do it?" Jay asked, eyes wide as I hauled the fibe...
I felt like a straight-up zombie walking into Tyler's basement. Three straight nights of AP bio study sessions will do that to you. The bass from whatever trap song was playing thu...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even saw the water. But honestly? Anything was better than baseball practice with Coach Miller breathing down my neck about my 'lack of hustle.' ...
I'd been working at Slice Beach Café for exactly three days when my life became a complete disaster. My palms were sweating so much I could barely grip the counter, and it wasn't j...
Marcus stood at the plate, the baseball bat feeling foreign in his sweaty hands. His dad watched from the bleachers, expecting another home run like the old man'd hit back in his g...
Maya's first week at Northwood High felt like trying to decode an ancient riddle without clues. The social hierarchy hovered over her like an Egyptian pyramid—tiered, impenetrable,...
I stood at the top of the abandoned water tower—this weird pyramid-shaped thing behind the old fairgrounds—watching the sunset turn everything ORANGE. My phone buzzed again. 'UR Co...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool clutching a red Solo cup like it was a lifeline. The July heat wave had turned Jasmine's backyard into something resembling a zombie apocalypse...
The goldfish bowl sat on my nightstand, its orange inhabitant staring at me with what I swear was judgment. Freddie had outlived three iPhones and my will to live through sophomore...
Marcus stared at the goldfish bowl on his nightstand. Finneagan swam in endless circles, same as yesterday, same as probably forever. "You're living the dream, bro," Marcus told t...