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I looked like a zombie—honestly, I did. Three hours of sleep will do that to you before first period. Maya didn't seem to notice though. She just kept asking if I was coming to the...
Zara stood at the edge of Chloe's pool party, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The backyard buzzed with sophomores she barely knew, all dripping wet and laughing like they'd be...
Maya stared at the **pyramid** on the cafeteria wall—the food chart, not the social one, though both felt equally impossible to climb. She picked at her lunch, pushing the **spinac...
Chloe's first week at Westwood High felt like she was moving through molasses—or maybe she was just turning into a literal zombie. Between adjusting to honors classes, missing her ...
Maya's cup pyramid had reached twelve cups high when Kai stumbled into it, sending red Solo cups scattering across someone's expensive basement carpet. This was fine. Totally fine....
My palms were literally sweating through my denim shorts. Again. "You're overthinking it," Maya said, tossing her backpack onto the bench next to me. "Bryson's not gonna notice an...
Marcus's summer was supposed to be about becoming a lifeguard at the neighborhood pool — endless hours of SPF 50, whistle around his neck, scanning for imaginary drowners. Instead,...
Liam's first day at the country club felt like walking into a live-stream of someone else's life. The kind of life where parents paid four figures in membership fees and teenagers ...
My palms were literally dripping as I stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching my phone like a lifeline. Everyone was already in the water, laughing, while I was still stuck ...
The bathroom mirror showed a disaster zone. My hair, usually manageable after forty minutes with product and a flat iron, had decided to rebel against humidity and physics alike. I...
Maya's alarm blared at 5:00 AM like it had something personal against her. The first **swimming** practice of the school year, and she'd already mentally rehearsed her excuse about...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically slide her phone across them. She gripped the red solo cup tighter, knuckles white, watching Jackson laugh with his friends a...