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My dad always says high school is just a long game of baseball — you step up to the plate, swing for the fences, and mostly you strike out. But tonight? Tonight was different. I w...
The social hierarchy at Northwood High operated like a pyramid—freshmen at the bottom, seniors at the top, and everyone else fighting for altitude. Me? I was barely clinging to the...
Maya's swim cap smelled like chlorine and bad decisions. She was three seconds off her qualifying time, and Coach Rodriguez kept saying she needed to push harder, like that was som...
The papaya sat on my kitchen counter like some alien artifact my mom brought home from the international market. 'It's exotic,' she'd said, like that explained everything. I poked ...
Maya pressed her back against the counter, clutching the bag of **spinach** like it was a lifeline. Across the kitchen, Jordan—her newly assigned lab partner turned possible actual...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating, enough that her iphone felt slippery against her skin. She'd been running on three hours of sleep and an unhealthy amount of ic...
I've been waking up at 3 AM for three weeks straight. Not because I want to, but because Tyler's feed says successful people don't sleep. They're out there grinding, running before...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his towel like a security blanket. The annual block party. The social event of the summer. And he was about to ruin everything. "Yo...
The invitation sat on my phone screen for three hours before I finally typed 'yeah omw.' A pool party. At Jake Anderson's house. Jake, who sits two rows behind me in pre-calc and a...
The cafeteria at Northwood High operated like a carefully constructed pyramid. At the top sat the varsity athletes and Insta-famous influencers, their laughter cascading down the s...
The cable guy was supposed to be here three hours ago. Instead, I was stuck at my aunt's house for the summer with nothing but a blank TV screen and my mom's voice in my head remin...
The invitation came via text at 11:47 PM. Charlotte's house. Saturday. Pool party. Bring a swimsuit. My thumbs hovered over the screen. I hadn't gone swimming since the incident at...