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Maya's palms were literally sweating as she stood in front of Jason's house. The bass from inside shook the front door, and she could already hear laughter that sounded way too con...
The HDMI cable dangled like a dead snake from my monitor, taunting me with its frayed ends. Three weeks into my streaming career and I was already losing it — not that anyone besid...
I should've known something was off when Maya's mom offered me that spinach smoothie at breakfast, but I was too busy trying to look chill to say no. Fast forward to three hours la...
Maya felt like a zombie. Not the brain-eating kind from movies—worse. The social media scrolling kind. Her thumb moved across her iPhone screen on autopilot, 11:47 PM on a Tuesday,...
Riley's third day of freshman year, and she was already calculating the social fallout of the Great **Hair** Disaster of Room 204. "Dude, it's not that bad," whispered Jordan from...
I was literally going to die. This wasn't even hyperbole — I was going to actually cease to exist from mortification. "It looks fire, trust me," Jordan said, but the way she would...
Maya's palms were sweating—like, actual dripping—as she clutched the plastic cup. This was it. Jason's legendary Halloween party. The social event of the semester, and she was prac...
Chloe stood in front of the bathroom mirror, unpacking the brightly colored wellness bottles her mom had enthusiastically purchased. The vitamin regimen was supposed to be her summ...
Maya stared at the box. 'Fuchsia Fire' it promised, with a model whose hair gleamed like candy-coated perfection. This was it. The Homecoming makeover that would finally elevate he...
My goldfish Steve was the only one who knew my secret. I'd perch on the edge of my bed, spilling my guts to his orange-speckled face while he did that vacant-mouth thing that said,...
I'd been moving through sophomore year like a zombie—autopilot mode, brain barely functioning, just trying to survive until 3 PM when I could collapse on my bed. My social life had...
The red solo cup tower rose like a monument to teenage desperation—a thirty-cup pyramid swaying dangerously in the center of Jordan's basement. I tugged at my orange hoodie, sudden...