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My hair was doing that thing again — that frizzy halo effect that made me look like I'd stuck a fork in an electrical socket. I tugged at my ponytail for the hundredth time while s...
Maya's lungs burned. That was the thing about **running** cross country—your body always found new ways to remind you that you were absolutely, positively cooked. Coach Miller call...
The vitamin C sat on my tongue like a judgment — my mom's parting gift before I'd even left the house. "You need your immune system, Maya," she'd said, as if a chewable orange tabl...
The Friday night lights of the **pool** flickered across the water as Marcus stood at the edge, clutching his phone like a lifeline. His older brother's **zombie** makeup from his ...
The summer before sophomore year, I landed the worst job ever: working at my uncle's ranch-themed water park. Yeah, you read that right. A ranch-themed water park. In Wisconsin. M...
Marcus stood at the padel court, gripping the rental racquet like his life depended on it. The neon lights of the sports complex buzzed overhead, casting everything in a cool blue ...
Maya stared at her reflection, adjusting the black fedora for the millionth time. The hat was supposed to be her armor—her cool-girl aesthetic for Jordan's party tonight. Instead, ...
Maya's mom had started leaving the **vitamin** gummies on her nightstand like tiny, bear-shaped accusations. "For your immune system," she'd say, as if Maya's entire sophomore year...
I stood at home plate, baseball bat trembling in my hands like a wet noodle. The varsity team watched from the dugout—Jason among them, looking effortless in his perfect uniform. I...
The cable was frayed at the edges, much like my nerves. I stared at the tangle of HDMI and ethernet cords behind Kyle's TV while half the junior class milled around his basement, r...
I felt like a total spy, lurking behind the inflatable unicorn at Maya's pool party. Saturday night and everyone was either paired off or pretending not to care. Me? I was just try...
The hat was my mom's idea. A straw bucket thing that made me look like I'd time-traveled from 1957. I pulled it lower over my forehead, watching the popular kids across the pool. T...