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Max's hair was doing that thing again — sticking up in the back like he'd just rolled out of bed, which he had. Eighth grade was already a nightmare without looking like a不肯bed-hea...
Mateo shuffled into third period like a zombie, which honestly wasn't far from the truth. Three hours of sleep. Five consecutive days. His AP Euro teacher droned on about some war,...
The pool was empty on a Tuesday, just me and the thick smell of bromine. Then Jay showed up with a cup of something that looked like radioactive sludge. "Dude," he said, sliding i...
Maya's phone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. Another group chat blowing up without her. Typical Friday night, she was stuck at home watching her little brother's science...
Maya's mom insisted she looked cute, but Maya felt like a possum in human clothing as she stared at her reflection. Her normally obedient hair had decided to channel a frizzy poodl...
Maya's phone buzzed with the text that would define her entire Friday night: POOL PARTY @ LARSON'S. 7PM. DONT BE AWKWARD. —Jasmine She immediately started hyperventilating. Social...
Maya stood outside the padel court, her heart doing that weird fluttery thing it always did when she stepped outside her comfort zone. The invite from Jayden—the guy she'd been low...
Maya felt like a zombie. Not the cool, cinematic kind with dramatic makeup and backstory. More like the walking-dead-exhausted from scrolling through Instagram at 2 AM kind. Her th...
The pool party was everything Maya usually avoided. Chlorine smell thick enough to taste, girls in bikinis that looked like they'd been planned since Tuesday, and Jake—the guy she'...
Maya's palms were sweating. Actual sweating. She wiped them on her dress for the third time, probably ruining the fabric, but whatever. Jake Morrison's party was already way out of...
The party music thumped against my ribs like a second heartbeat. I stood by the chain-link fence, clutching my red solo cup like it contained the antidote to social death, watching...
Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, her heart hammering like a trapped bird. The orange neon lights buzzed overhead, casting everything in a weird radioactive glow. This was...