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Leo Martinez stared at the little glass **pyramid** on his desk—his sister's science project, somehow now his responsibility. His **iPhone** buzzed. Again. "U coming 2 the game?" ...
The baseball card pyramid on my nightstand was seven tiers high—a literal shrine to my social standing at Creekwood High. Bottom layer: freshmen who still wear their backpacks on b...
Maya's hair was supposed to be subtle layers, "a natural face-framing touch" according to the Pinterest screenshot she'd thrust at the stylist. What she got instead was what her ol...
I wake up staring at my reflection, my hair a wild explosion of curls that refuse to be tamed. Tonight's the night - my first livestream, and the pressure feels like an actual pyra...
Leo's summer break was shaping up to be a total flop until his neighbor Mrs. Chen offered him fifty bucks to feed her cat, Sphinx, while she visited her grandkids. "Just don't let ...
My palms were literally dripping onto my jeans. Not figuratively. I checked twice. "You're gonna crush it, Marcus," Jordan said, but he wouldn't look me in the eye. That's how I ...
Maya's bucket hat wasn't just a hat — it was her entire personality. "You gonna wear that inside too?" Jayla asked, side-eyeing Maya in the cafeteria. "Always," Maya said, tiltin...
Leo's face glowed in the dark, illuminated by his iphone screen at 2:47 AM. Again. He'd been doom-scrolling for three hours—TikToks, Instagram stories, Snapchat streaks—feeling lik...
Maya's third day of freshman year and her hair was already staging a rebellion. Frizzy from the humidity, it defied gravity, the gel's promises as fake as the Instagram filters eve...
Jordan sat in the bleachers, heart doing backflips. Tonight was the night. Finally gonna talk to Maya at the baseball game. He'd spent three hours fixing his hair just right. His ...
Eli stood at the plate, the baseball cap pulled low over his eyes. It wasn't his hat—it was his dad's, from when he'd played college ball, and it felt too big, too heavy, like ever...
Maya's phone died at 11:47 PM—literally the exact moment Jake was finally walking toward her across Ryan's basement. She frantically patted her pockets, realizing she'd left her ch...