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Leo's friends called him Fox ironically, which was embarrassing on multiple levels. First, foxes were supposed to be cunning and smooth, while Leo once accidentally high-fived hims...
Marcus stared at his lunch tray like it was radioactive. Again. His mom had packed a spinach salad with cherry tomatoes—because apparently being a freshman meant needing extra vita...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in the frizzy mess that used to be her signature curly hair. Junior year was supposed to be her glow-up era, but instead she'd accid...
I never thought my track career would intersect with ancient Egyptian mythology, but there I was, staring at the spray-painted sphinx on the school gym wall while trying not to hyp...
Marcus had always been invisible. The kind of kid who sat in the back, wore hoodies two sizes too big, and somehow made it through sophomore year without anyone really noticing him...
Maya's first house party wasn't supposed to go like this. She'd spent forty minutes perfecting her eyeliner, practicing the wing until it was sharp enough to cut through her anxie...
The cafeteria smelled like everything wrong with sophomore year. Microwave burritos and anxiety. I sat at the table where nobody actually talked, just scrolled through TikToks we'd...
Maya's trucker hat was pulled so low it practically swallowed her forehead. stupid, really — who wore hats to a house party? But the brim created a shadow, a safe little darkness w...
Leo's vintage snapback sat low on his forehead, covering the nervous sweat gathering at his hairline. The hat was his armor—worn, curved brim perfectly shaped—transforming him from...
Maya's cousin Priya was coming. THE Priya—Instagram model, college freshman, basically perfect. Maya had two weeks to transform from "that quiet girl" into someone interesting. "Y...
Maya's life was basically one long awkward pause. Junior year at Northwood High meant AP classes, college applications, and the crushing weight of expectations she couldn't bear to...
Maya felt like a **zombie** walking through seventh period, her brain fried from three hours of sleep—the usual consequence of binge-watching until 3 AM. Her phone buzzed in her po...