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Marcus stared at the goldfish bowl on his desk, watching Bubblegum do her usual laps. "Dude, you're literally talking to a fish again," his little sister Chen called from the doorw...
I was absolutely not ready for Jordan's pool party. Like, physically spiraling in the bathroom while my mom yelled at me to take my **vitamin** gummy because I'd 'skip every meal i...
Maya's life existed entirely within the six-inch glass rectangle of her iPhone. Between her ex's blatant thirst-trap posts and Chloe's cryptic story updates, she'd forgotten how to...
Maya stared at her reflection, convinced the universe had a personal vendetta against her social life. Her hair, once a respectable shade of medium brown, was now an electric neon ...
Chloe's palms were sweating so bad she could barely grip her phone. The text stared back at her: *Pool party @ Marcus's. U coming?* She couldn't swim. Like, at all. But she also c...
The social pyramid at Northwood High had Zeke at the apex, naturally. I occupied base level—somewhere near the cafeteria leftovers and lost gym uniforms. Basic geometry, really. "...
Freshman year at Creekwood High felt exactly like everyone said it would: I was bottom of the food chain, somewhere between the janitor's closet and the vending machine that always...
I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, picking what looked like a miniature forest of **spinach** from between my front teeth. Great. Just great. First day of sophomore ...
Maya stood before the tank, her reflection rippling in the glass. Six carnival goldfish stared back, their orange scales dull under fluorescent lights. Behind her, the summer carni...
Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, clutching her borrowed racquet like it might suddenly sprout teeth and bite her. The gated community's recreational center buzzed with Fr...
Maya wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans for the third time, staring at the cafeteria table like it was a battlefield. First week at Northwood High, and she still felt like a spy w...
The country club pool shimmered like something out of a movie—the kind where everyone's teeth were too white and their laughs too practiced. I adjusted my polo, feeling like a frau...