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My mom packed my lunch with a spinach wrap again, because apparently being fifteen means you're automatically a health nut. I shoved it in my backpack and headed to school, already...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually dripping onto the kitchen island. The house party was in full swing, some sophomore she barely knew hosting while his parents were "out ...
My hair had betrayed me. Again. Staring at the bathroom mirror, I watched the frizz halo expand like I'd stuck my finger in an electrical socket. Tonight was the Fall Fling, and I ...
The chlorine stung my eyes as I surfaced from the pool, gasping for air. Summer 2026 at Jordan's party felt different — like everyone had leveled up over break while I was still st...
I felt like a total zombie walking into third period Monday. Junior year was draining my soul, one AP class at a time. But when I heard the whispers about the pool, my brain clicke...
The orange cable lay tangled on Jaylen's bedroom floor like a snake that had given up on life. His first real party. His first time DJ-ing for people who weren't just his cousin's ...
Maya stared at her iphone screen, the selfie from Saturday's pool party mocking her. Right there, huge and obvious: a forest of spinach wedged between her front teeth. How had Jake...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually dripping — as she stood outside Jake's house party. The **orange** sunset painted the sky like someone had spilled soda across the horiz...
The baseball diamond was empty, the way it always was on Tuesday afternoons when everyone else had actual lives. But not me. I was stuck at batting practice,Coach Miller insisting ...
The invitation sat on my phone screen like a verdict: POOL PARTY @ JAKE'S!!! Bring swimsuit!!! I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Pale skin. Skinny arms that looked...
My orange hair was supposed to be auburn, but the box lied. Now I look like a human traffic cone, and Lucas Miller is definitely going to notice me when he walks by the bleachers. ...
I stood outside the community center, gripping my dad's old baseball bat like it was some kind of emotional support animal. Inside, through the glass doors, I could see them—Jake a...