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Maya's hair was supposed to be subtle highlights. Maybe a little honey-blonde warmth to shake up her usual look before sophomore year. Instead, she left the bathroom mirror staring...
I stood awkwardly at the pool's edge, clutching a plastic bag containing my prize goldfish from the fair earlier that day. The poor fish kept swimming into the corners of its tempo...
The hashtag #pyramid had been trending all week, but I didn't think my first real pool party would literally involve one. "Dude, just DM her already," Marcus said, floating on a u...
Layla's cat, Mango, had witnessed everything. The breakdown at 3 AM. The failed attempts at viral TikTok dances. The vitamin gummies she choked down every morning because someone o...
Maya's palms were sweating so much her phone was practically slipping through her fingers. First day at Palm Valley High, and she'd already managed to trip over her own feet in the...
Maya's first week at Brighton Academy had been a masterclass in invisibility. Until she saw him. Caleb stood by the padel court, racket resting against his shoulder like he owned ...
Maya's curls had already started frizzing five minutes into the pool party, which was exactly why she'd spent twenty minutes perfecting them that morning. The humidity was absolute...
Maya's phone buzzed for the third time. *Pool party @ Jake's. Everyone's going. U there?* She stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. The new bikini she'd bought with her...
My blue hair fought back. Three hours in the bathroom, bleach burning my scalp, and now I looked like a rejected Smurf. The bathroom mirror showed exactly what I deserved for attem...
Leo adjusted his cap, fingers trembling. The varsity baseball tryouts spread before him like a battlefield—and the social pyramid of sophomore year loomed even larger overhead. At ...
Maya hadn't left her house in three weeks unless absolutely necessary. The zombie apocalypse had started and she was patient zero—not the flesh-eating kind, but the emotionally vac...
I'd been running on fumes since finals week began—three hours of sleep, two energy drinks, and one existential crisis per day. My brain felt like a zombie, shambling through AP Che...