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I walked into the media club room feeling like a straight-up zombie. Third consecutive night of finishing my college app essays at 3 AM will do that to you. My eyes burned, my brai...
Leo's palm was sweating so much his iPhone almost slipped from his grip. Again. "You good, man?" Marcus asked, already half-distracted by something across the pool. "Yeah. Just....
Maya adjusted her bucket hat for the third time, pulling the brim lower like a shield. The house party thumped around her, bass vibrating through the floorboards, but she felt froz...
Maya stood in front of her mirror, vitamin gummies scattered across her bathroom counter like technicolor confetti. She'd spent the last three weeks meticulously planning her sopho...
I stood by the kitchen island, nursing my flat orange soda while the bass thumped through Maya's house. My bright orange hair stood out like a neon sign in the dim party lights. I'...
Marcus's trucker hat had seen better days. The brim was bent, the fabric faded, and it smelled faintly of his greatest victories and most embarrassing moments. It was his armor aga...
Maya's hair had been three different colors since school started. Neon pink (September), then faded to cotton candy pastel (October), now back to her natural dark brown, straighten...
The pool shimmered like broken glass under the mid-July sun, and I stood at the edge wearing swim trunks that felt two sizes too big. It was Tyler's sweet sixteen, and half the sop...
Fox was the kind of friend who'd ditch you for better plans, but tonight, at Leo's basement party, she was glued to my side. Probably because her usual crowd wasn't there. The air ...
Freshman year hit me like a truck. One minute I'm living my best middle school life, next minute I'm at the bottom of the social pyramid, staring up at the seniors who moved like t...
Marcus stood at the plate, the baseball bat feeling like a foreign object in his sweaty hands. The summer air thick with humidity and expectation. His dad in the stands, mouth movi...
The first time I suspected something was off about my dad's "IT job" was when I found him organizing a box of ethernet cables by color spectrum at 3 AM. Most IT guys don't treat ca...