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My hair was supposed to be my glow-up. Spring break transformation: new me, fresh start, finally not the invisible girl in AP Bio who sat alone at lunch. I'd spent months taking th...
Marcus stood outside the cafeteria, baseball cap pulled low over his forehead. Same lunch period as him. Again. The new kid, Javier, sat alone at the corner table. Every Wednesday...
My fedora was cringe, okay? I owned it. It was peak dad-core and I wore it like armor against the terrifying social hierarchy of Northwood High. But when the Sphinx of Room 304—aka...
Maya's mother had left a bottle of gummy vitamins on the kitchen counter with a sticky note: *Take one daily. Love, Mom.* Maya rolled her eyes, grabbed the whole bottle, and shoved...
The neighborhood pool gate screeched when Marcus kicked it open. He didn't care. It was 2 AM, humid as hell, and we'd just graduated middle school yesterday — practically grown, ev...
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the bowl on my dresser. The goldfish — a carnival prize from last summer's county fair — swam in circles, its orange scales catching the aft...
The gummy vitamin sat on my tongue like a tiny orange existential crisis. Mom swore they'd help me grow, but at fifteen, I'd already hit six feet and still felt like I was shrinkin...
Maya pulled the black beanie down over her curls for the third time, then yanked it off again. The bathroom mirror reflected someone who looked ready to bolt. Outside, bass from Jo...
My palms were sweating. Actual sweating. Like, I needed to check if I'd somehow grabbed a handful of VICKS VAPOR RUB instead of sunscreen before leaving the house. "You good, Jord...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping. She wiped them on her jeans for the third time, leaving dark streaks on the denim. "You good?" Tyler asked, bouncing on his he...
Maya's new iphone finally arrived—her parents' reward for surviving freshman year with straight A's. She immediately downloaded every app, setting up her profile with the perfect a...
Maya stood behind the gym bleachers, phone in hand, watching her crush Liam walk away with his crew. She felt like a total zombie—exhausted from overthinking every interaction, run...