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I felt like a zombie Monday through Friday. Junior year was eating my brain, one AP class at a time. My alarm screamed at 6 AM, and I'd drag myself through the motions—shower, scho...
The hat was stupid. I knew it, Jordan knew it, everyone at Linda's pool party knew it. But I wore it anyway — backward, totally extra — because it hid the chunk of spinach I'd disc...
Leo stared at his cracked iPhone 12, thumb hovering over Maya's Instagram story. She'd posted something five minutes ago—a golden retriever at the beach. He'd been crushing on her ...
Maya's palms were already sweating as she gripped her iPhone, refreshing the group chat for the fifteenth time. "Pool party @ Jake's, 7 PM. Everyone's coming." She'd barely surviv...
Maya's phone buzzed in her pocket — third time in five minutes. Her Instagram was probably blowing up. She'd posted that pic of her new padel racket (courtesy of her dad's midlife ...
My brother's vintage baseball jersey hung off one shoulder — number 44, faded red with a snorting bull embroidered across the chest. I looked ridiculous. "You're wearing that to E...
I've been running from it all week — mostly literally, because track practice is the only thing keeping me sane since my best friend started ghosting me. Three days of unanswered t...
Maya had perfected the art of the ghost follow. She knew exactly when Chloe posted her Instagram stories (usually around 9 PM, golden hour lighting), what lacrosse team Jake was cr...
Maya was basically a zombie by the time her shift started at 7 AM. Three days of finals plus this summer job at King Tut's Putt-Putt Palace was a combo that should be illegal. The ...
The spinach stuck in my braces was definitely not the vibe I was going for during my first hangout with Jordan. I'd spent forty minutes on my eyeliner and picked this outfit five t...
The backyard hummed with that specific Friday night energy — chlorine and cheap body spray mixed with bass thumping through someone's bluetooth speaker. I stood by the snack table,...
Maya's high school cafeteria operated like a pyramid scheme nobody asked to join. Seniors at the top, sophomores in the middle, freshmen scrambling at the bottom. She'd spent two y...