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Leo's fedora was basically a security blanket with a brim. Grandpa's old fishing hat, inherited last summer, now lived on his head through first period, lunch, and the humiliating ...
The sphinx moth landed on my orange Gatorade bottle like it owned the place. I was sitting on the bench, third wheeling it while my ex-best friend Sasha laughed at something Tyler-...
Maya's phone had been fighting a losing battle all day. Now, staring at Jordan's front door, the battery icon flashed its final warning: three percent. Her charging cable sat usele...
Leo's life had become a geometric nightmare of his own making. First, his mom had started selling those weird supplement gummies—cloud-shaped **vitamin** things that tasted like ar...
My hair was supposed to be fire-truck orange. That's what the box promised. Instead, it came out a weird radioactive coral that glowed under my bathroom fluorescents like I'd been ...
Jordan's phone buzzed against the cafeteria table. Again. "She's watching your story again," Tae said, not looking up from his own phone. "Third time today." Jordan's palm went s...
Maya's nerves felt like static electricity buzzing under her skin as she stood outside Jake's house. The invitation had said "pool party casual," but what did that even mean? Her c...
I was definitely operating at like 10% battery when Jordan texted "pool party @ my house, everyone's coming" and honestly? I considered entering full zombie mode and pretending I w...
The water shut-off notice was taped to my apartment building's entrance like a middle finger from the universe. Great. Just great. I was already sweating about Jordan's pool party ...
Maya's hair had become a living thing. The humidity before the storm made each coil spring outward like it was preparing for attack. She tugged at the frizz, but her reflection in ...
I spy on Liam from my strategic position behind the massive potted palm. Target remains completely unaware of my covert operation. Okay, fine—it's just me, Ellie, crouching awkward...
I stood by the **pool** edge, clutching my red solo cup like it was a life raft. The water shimmered with that artificial blue glow, reflecting the string lights strung up above. T...