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The coaxial cable lay tangled behind the TV like a dead snake, exactly where I'd kicked it three hours ago when my mom cancelled our internet. Again. Grounded for the third time th...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate. Again. She stood before her bathroom mirror, wielding a straightening iron like a weapon, while her frizzy curls fought back with the stubbornness...
Maya's hair was supposed to be sun-kissed blonde. Instead, it came out radioactive green, courtesy of a DIY box dye she'd used because she couldn't afford the salon her crush Jacin...
Marcus dragged himself through the cafeteria line, feeling like a straight-up zombie after staying up until 3 AM finishing his history project. The social hierarchy of Northwood Hi...
Jamie's lungs burned as she hit her stride, the rhythmic thud of her running shoes against pavement matching the thunder in her chest. Cross country practice wasn't supposed to be ...
The red Solo cups formed a perfect pyramid on the kitchen counter, twenty cups high, glowing under LED lights. Jordan's first real party. His cousin Sarah promised it would be chil...
Maya's basement wasn't just a basement—it was Command Central. Or at least it would be, once she figured out why her streaming **cable** kept fraying at exactly the wrong moments. ...
The first party of sophomore year smelled like coconut wax warmer and nervous energy. Maya pressed her palm against her jeans, wiping sweat she pretended didn't exist. She'd spent ...
Maya's phone buzzed in her pocket during third period. Another text from Chloe: u coming 2 padel 2day? Everyone's gonna be there. Maya stared at the screen. She'd bought the stupi...
Maya's phone buzzed with a text that made her stomach drop. "We need to talk." Three words that had destroyed more friendships than homework assignments combined. She stared at th...
Maya pulled the brim of her dad's old baseball hat lower, hoping it would make her invisible. At 14, she hadn't quite mastered the art of blending in at parties—especially not Jack...
The water in the Miller family's pool shimmered like someone had slapped a Valencia filter on reality, and I was literally shaking. Standing there in my three-year-old swim trunks ...