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Jordan adjusted their binder for the third time, feeling like a total zombie after staying up until 3am doom-scrolling through TikTok. The Hamiltons' pool party was supposed to be ...
The vitamin D gummies stared back at me from my nightstand—Mom's parting gift before shipping me off to Camp Wawona for the summer. "You need sunshine," she'd said, as if forcing m...
The weight of expectations pressed harder than any sports bra I'd ever worn. Standing at the padel court, clutching my borrowed racquet, I felt like everyone could see right throug...
Leo's viral moment arrived when his eighth-grade mythology video resurfaced on TikTok. There he was, in full papier-mâché sphinx regalia, reciting riddles with way too much theatri...
Maya's blue hair—that she'd dyed at 2 AM using a YouTube tutorial and prayer—was currently hiding under a UNICEF club baseball cap that smelled like her brother's gym bag. She'd ch...
Maya stared at the orange bottle on her lunch tray. Her mom had insisted on the vitamin D supplements, saying something about how teenagers these days never see sunlight. Great. Li...
Maya's black hat sat pulled low over her eyes, her Friday night armor against the world. Fifteen and perpetually nervous, she had spent the last forty-seven minutes overanalyzing ...
The pool party was in full swing, bass thumping from bluetooth speakers, but I was busy having a full-blown crisis. My oversized bucket hat was my only shield, pulled low over my e...
Maya's bedroom had become command central. Her three beta fish — technically a **goldfish** rescue situation, whatever — stared at her from their tank as she adjusted her hair for ...
Maya knew her place in the pyramid before she'd even finished her first week of freshman year. It wasn't official, obviously—Lincoln High didn't have written rankings—but everyone ...
Maya's palms were sweating, and it wasn't just the July heat. At fifteen, she'd mastered the art of avoiding physical activity—her specialty was lying on her bed scrolling through ...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his phone like a lifeline. The cable management at his house was better organized than his social life, and right now, both were a m...