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The thing about being a freshman? You're basically a goldfish in a tank full of sharks—tiny, forgettable, and constantly wondering why everyone's staring at you. Maya stood in fron...
Maya's first mistake was agreeing to tutor Leo. The guy was basically a zombie—walked through halls with half-lidded eyes, hoodie permanently up, moving like his joints had rusted ...
I'd been running the same three-mile loop every morning since Coach Miller told me I had zero chance of making varsity as a freshman. "You're too small, Leo," he'd said, like my he...
The text came at 3:47 PM: 'u coming 2 the club? every1s there' Maya stared at her phone, heart already doing that annoying flutter thing. Her first real hangout with the popular c...
The first time Marco smiled at me, I had spinach wedged between my front two brackets like a tiny green flag of surrender. I'd spent forty-five minutes on my hair that morning—fla...
Maya clutched the bottle of orange gummy vitamins in her pocket like they were magic. Her mom swore they'd help with "adolescent mood swings," which was just parent-code for "pleas...
The summer before sophomore year, I landed my first job at the Splash Zone smoothie bar. Most people would kill to work next to the pool, surrounded by sunscreen smells and chlorin...
The first day at summer camp, Maya's vitamin gummies spilled all over her bunk. Five distinct shapes rolling everywhere. Great start. 'Need help?' A girl with sandy-blonde hair ap...
Marco stood at the edge of the **pool**, clutching his towel like a lifeline. Sarah's backyard hummed with that specific kind of teenage energy — music bumping, Snapchat flashes go...
I was running ten minutes late—again, obviously—because my mom couldn't find her car keys, and my life is basically a compilation of chaos moments. The lightning cracked overhead a...
Marcus stood in front of the bathroom mirror, finger jammed in his mouth, trying to dislodge what felt like an entire forest of **spinach** from his back molars. Of course this wou...
My palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping. Not the cute movie-star glisten, but the 'I'm about to embarrass myself in front of the whole tennis club' kind of sweaty. Mom's ne...