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Tyler stood at the plate, the baseball feeling like a lead brick in his hands. Coach Miller — a literal bull of a man, neck muscles like tree trunks — screamed from the dugout. "F...
The pool party was already low-key chaos when I showed up, and I could feel my social battery draining faster than my phone at a music festival. I stood by the snack table, clutchi...
Everyone called Leo 'Fox' because he could slip through crowds without making a sound, perfect for gathering intel on who liked who at Northwood High. That's how I found myself hid...
Maya smoothed down her fox hoodie—the one with the ears that her crush, Jordan, had definitely noticed her wearing twice this week. She took a deep breath and pushed through the do...
Maya's hair had turned green. Not cute, mermaid green. More like swamp-monster-that-ate-too-much-kale green. "This is literally the worst thing that's ever happened to anyone," sh...
Marcus's house still had basic cable while everyone else at Northwood High had moved to streaming. It was basically social suicide. But that wasn't even the worst part. The worst ...
Maya dragged herself into third period, feeling like a total zombie. Three weeks into freshman year and she was still running on two hours of sleep and a worrying amount of caffein...
The universe had it out for me today, and it started with the cable. I woke up fifteen minutes late to discover our family cat, Barnaby, had chewed through the ethernet cable overn...
I should've noticed the signs earlier. But honestly, between AP classes, cross country, and trying to maintain a GPA that didn't make my parents question my entire existence, I was...
The pool glittered like someone had dumped a truckload of glitter into chlorinated water. I hovered near the snack table, clutching my red solo cup like it contained the antidote ...
The papaya sat in my lunchbox, tropical and suspicious, like I was trying too hard to be interesting. Which I was. It was week three of summer padel camp, and I still couldn't make...
Sixteen and still terrified of everything. That was me, Maya, walking through the last week of sophomore year with my heart doing backflips every time Jake glanced my way in AP Eur...