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Jake felt like a **zombie** walking through sophomore year—dead inside, barely functioning, surviving on caffeine and three hours of sleep. His life was a nightmare loop of swim pr...
Maya's backpack hit the locker with a thud that matched exactly how her heart felt. Freshman year was supposed to be this whole new vibe, but instead she was just... drifting. Her ...
Maya stared at the lunch table, where her ex-best-friend Dakota sat with the Populars, laughing like she'd been there all year. Seven days ago, that had been Maya's seat. "You goo...
Maya's senior year wasn't supposed to start with a dead goldfish and a missing ethernet cable, but here she was, staring at her fishbowl like it held the answers to the universe. B...
Maya's phone buzzed with another text from her former best friend. Are you coming to Jordan's party? Ugh. The months of silence between them since the Incident still stung. Runnin...
The chlorine stung my nose as I hovered at the deep end, clutching my iPhone like it was my entire personality. Taylor's pool party was supposed to be the summer kickoff — the kind...
Maya stood at the edge of the **pool**, clutching her towel like a shield. It was the first party of sophomore year, and somehow, everyone already seemed to know the unwritten rule...
My hair looked like a bird had nested in it after three hours of baseball practice. Coach Miller had us running until our legs felt like Jell-O, and I was running on two hours of s...
Chloe adjusted her oversized sunglasses, doing her best impression of someone who was totally vibing at Jessica's end-of-summer pool party. In reality, her stomach was doing that n...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, horrified. A massive piece of spinach was wedged between her front teeth, and she'd been talking to Lucas for twenty minutes. ...
Maya's cat, Barnaby, decided the exact moment her phone buzzed was the perfect time to knock over her orange Fanta. The sticky liquid spread across her desk like a toxic spill, hea...
Maya's dad called it her security blanket. The oversized bucket hat that swallowed her forehead and cast shadows over half her face. She'd been hiding under it since seventh grade,...