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My palms were sweating so bad I could practically water plants with them. First house party of freshman year, and here I was, hovering near the snack table like it was a life raft....
Maya pulled her beanie **hat** down to her eyebrows, her usual shield against the world. Freshman year at Northwood High, and she was still the girl who muttered in hallways while ...
Maya's palms were sweating — again. Classic. Every time Jake walked past her locker, her hands turned into waterfalls. So she'd started carrying around this orange **vitamin** gumm...
Maya's mom stood in the kitchen doorway, holding out the orange bottle like it was a peace offering. "Your dad says these will help with... everything." "They're literally just gu...
Maya pulled her beanie **hat** down lower, praying the earth would swallow her whole before fourth period. The cafeteria smelled like despair and overcooked fish sticks. "So," Ma...
Chloe's hand shook as she clutched the pill bottle. Her grandmother swore these supplements would fix everything—her energy, her skin, her entire sophomore year existence. She'd be...
The gummy **vitamin** was shaped like a bear and tasted like artificial strawberry, but Maya swallowed it anyway because her mom had left a sticky note on the bathroom mirror: HEAL...
The cable guy was supposed to come between 8 and 12. It was 2:47 PM, and I'd been sitting in the living room for six hours straight, watching my phone battery drain from 94% to 23%...
Jordan's phone buzzed with the group chat notification. Beach day at 2. Everyone coming. He stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror—pale, lanky, and painfully aware that hi...
The summer before sophomore year, I joined the country club swim team mostly because Emily said she would. Emily with the hair that somehow looked perfect even wet, Emily who I'd b...
Maya's therapist said her new vitamin D supplements would help with the 'seasonal affective disorder,' which was just a fancy way of saying she'd been spending too much time in her...
My legs burned as I rounded the track for the third time, breath coming in ragged gasps that tasted like morning air and desperation. Cross country tryouts were tomorrow, and Coach...