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My hair was supposed to be the whole point of sophomore year. Purple streaks, carefully crafted waves, the kind of look that said I was someone worth noticing. Instead, I ended up ...
Leo stumbled into sophomore year feeling like a walking corpse. Three AP classes, swim practice at 5 AM, and his parents' divorce announcement had left him operating on pure caffei...
Chloe's phone buzzed in her pocket as she stood at the edge of Riverside Pool, chlorine stinging her nose. Summer before sophomore year, and somehow she'd ended up at Jake Miller's...
Jordan's lungs burned as she pounded down the trail, her sneakers crunching on fallen leaves. Cross country practice had ended twenty minutes ago, but she kept running because Coac...
My phone buzzed at 11:47 PM. Again. I was doing that thing where you full-on **spy** on someone's Instagram stories — watching, rewinding, analyzing every frame like it's classifie...
Maya's fingers cramped around the aluminum bat, sweat trickling down her spine despite the evening chill. Baseball practice had run late again—Coach Hernandez's way of proving that...
I started sophomore year at Ridgefield High invisible, which was somehow worse than being hated. At least hated people got noticed. My mom had decided that my awkward phase was ac...
Maya's fedora was basically her emotional support hat at this point. Fourth period lunch, and she'd already overheard three conversations she definitely wasn't supposed to. Not tha...
Kai's stomach did backflips as they stood outside Jordan's house. Music thumped against the windows like a heartbeat. Everyone from sophomore year was inside, everyone who mattered...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, running her fingers through the waist-length hair she'd been growing since second grade. It was her safety blanket, her shield...
Maya's dad called her creation a "brain-boosting smoothie." She called it swamp sludge. The spinach slicked her teeth green before first period, because obviously, the universe had...
Maya's palms were sweating so hard they'd practically shriveled. She clutched her phone, doomscrolling through texts while pretending to be super chill at this party. Track season ...