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Maya stood at the edge of the baseball diamond, clutching her vitamin water bottle like it was a lifeline. Tryouts were tomorrow, and she'd never been more convinced she didn't bel...
I was running late, again. Third period gym class meant swimming, and I still had panic attacks about changing in the locker room. Everyone else seemed comfortable in their skin, s...
The chlorine stung my eyes, but not as much as the staring. First day of varsity swim tryouts and everyone noticed. The hair, I mean. I'd chopped it all off Sunday night—buzzed dow...
The hat sat three sizes too big on my head, sliding down over my ears whenever I moved. Mom's cowboy hat from her mall-country phase—absolute crime against fashion, but necessary. ...
Maya's legs burned as she rounded the corner, her phone buzzing in her pocket. Probably another text from the group chat about tonight. Since when did playing **padel** become the ...
Jordan's palms were sweating so much the iPhone screen kept glitching. Again. She wiped them on her jeans for the third time, staring at the group of varsity baseball players by th...
My palms were sweating so much I could barely grip my phone. Like, actually sweating. This was it—my first solo hang with Mateo since we'd been flirting in bio for weeks. My brothe...
The papaya sat on the paper plate like some alien experiment gone wrong—bright orange flesh speckled with black seeds, looking way too exotic for the Johnson County Fair. "You got...
The fox appeared on a Tuesday, which was basically cosmic comedy. Tuesdays were when Mom forced the whole 'wellness routine' — vitamin D gummies, multivitamins, some probiotic thin...
My iphone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. Group chat blowing up about Tyler's party Friday. Everyone was going—everyone except me, apparently. 'So you coming or what?' ...
The social pyramid at Northwood High had Marcus Reed exactly where he belonged: somewhere in the middle, wedged between the theater kids and the anime club, invisible to the popula...
My life felt like a goldfish bowl - transparent, cramped, and constantly observed. At sixteen, I was pretty sure everyone else had gotten the manual on how to be a person, while I ...