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I stared at the gelatinous orange **vitamin** gummy on my tongue like it was some kind of alien artifact. My mom swore these things would fix everything—my skin, my energy, my enti...
Maya's iPhone buzzed against her thigh, breaking her focus on the questionable graffiti in the girls' bathroom. Another text from the group chat she'd been added to yesterday—the o...
Maya's vitamin stash sat in her locker like a secret shrine—biotin for hair that wouldn't curl right, vitamin D for skin that refused to glow, iron because her mom said she looked ...
The summer before freshman year, my mom signed me up for padel lessons at the country club. Like, thanks Mom, nothing says 'prepare for high school' like learning a sport that's ba...
The backyard shimmered with heat waves as Leo stood by the edge of Jessica's pool, clutching his towel like a lifeline. It was the party of the summer, and obviously, he'd spent fo...
The cable dangling from the wall looked like a dead snake, and Leo knew his mom was gonna kill him. "Dude, you broke it?" Marcus stood in the doorway, looking like he'd just caugh...
Maya's hair had a mind of its own. As she stared in the mirror before Jordan's party, her curls formed what her mom would generously call a "cloud of personality" and what Maya cal...
The hair dye was supposed to be sunset orange, not radioactive pumpkin. I stared in the mirror, my usually straight hair now a frizzy disaster cloud around my head. First day of so...
Maya's phone buzzed on her nightstand—her iPhone lighting up with another text from the group chat she'd been ghosting for three days. The one where they'd all posted photos from M...
Marcus's palms were sweating so bad he could practically irrigate a small country. Which would've been fine, except he was currently standing on the pitcher's mound in front of the...
I wasn't supposed to be at the pool party. Actually, I wasn't supposed to be anywhere social since quitting the baseball team last week. My dad's voice still echoed in my head: "Yo...
Cameron's dad's vintage trucker hat sat on his head like a neon sign screaming 'PLEASE DON'T NOTICE ME.' Which was exactly why Jordan dared him to wear it to Tyler's party. 'Bro, i...