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The pool party at Jessica's house was supposed to be lit, but Maya stood at the edge in her oversized t-shirt, clutching her phone like a lifeline. Everyone was already splashing a...
Jake dragged himself to baseball practice like a zombie, his cleats scraping against the pavement. Junior year was supposed to be his golden season—starting varsity pitcher, colleg...
Maya's lucky beanie sat crooked on her head, hiding the worst case of hat hair she'd ever had. First period English, and she'd already tripped over some random cable in the hallway...
I felt like a **zombie**. First day of junior year, eyes half-open, skull barely fitting my brain. My black beanie – which I'd spent thirty minutes positioning to hit that effortle...
Maya's backpack hit the floor with a thud, sending a small avalanche of vitamin gummies across her comforter. She groaned, staring at the jarring orange bottle her mom had thrust a...
The orange Converse were a mistake. Jordan stared at them under the bathroom stall lights, neon brightness screaming 'LOOK AT ME' when all she wanted was to disappear. First party ...
My hair was supposed to be blonde. That was the plan. But somehow, thanks to a box of dye that promised "sunny golden highlights" and delivered radioactive orange disaster instead,...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in frizzy knots that defied every hair tutorial she'd watched. The party started in two hours, and her hair looked like she'd stuck ...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could barely grip her phone. sophomore year, and somehow she'd been invited to Chloe's legendary end-of-summer pool party. The kind of event ...
I walked into Taylor's pool party feeling like a total zombie. Three hours of sleep the night before will do that to you, plus the existential dread of trying to look chill in fron...
The snapback hat wasn't even mine. I'd swiped it from my brother's room because my hair was doing that weird flippy thing that happens when it's too long and I refuse to cut it bec...
I froze at the edge of the pool, heart pounding like a bass drop. My cousin Yara had dragged me to Tyler's end-of-summer bash, and suddenly I felt exposed. The scent of grilled pap...