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The vitamin gummies sat on my nightstand like accusation candies. Mom had bought them because apparently fifteen-year-old boys need "immune support" even when they spend整个 summer g...
The pyramid of social hierarchy at Northwood High had Lisa at the top, me somewhere in the middle, and the papaya incident nowhere on the map. "Bro, your face is literally glowing...
I was five minutes into my first actual high school party when I realized two things: One, I was definitely not cool enough to be here, and two, I'd forgotten how to be a normal hu...
The social hierarchy at Northwood High worked like a pyramid scheme nobody asked to join. Seniors at the top, sophomores in the middle, and us freshmen? We were the foundation—crus...
Maya Chen felt like the world's worst spy. She'd been watching Skylar Patterson's squad from behind her AP Chemistry book for three weeks now, documenting their lunch table hierarc...
Maya's orange hair floated around her like seaweed as she clung to the pool ladder. The community center pool was packed — everyone from sophomore year was there, including Tyler, ...
Maya's morning ritual looked like something out of a witch's brew. The blender screamed as she dumped in a handful of spinach, two vitamin gummies (because gummies don't count as s...
The vitamin water sat on the sidelines of the padel court like a glowing neon offering to the gods of social hierarchy. Maya watched as Kayla and her squad knocked the ball back an...
The pool party at Jessica's house was supposed to be Maya's moment. Fresh from a breakup, she'd spent two weeks curating the perfect vibe: vintage high-waisted bikini, carefully me...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could probably water plants with them. Which was ironic, considering the only plant in Alexa's backyard was this sad little papaya tree that ...
The pool party was supposed to be my summer comeback tour. Instead, I stood behind the concession stand wearing a baseball cap pulled low, feeling like a zombie extra in someone el...
The ethernet cable lay tangled across my bedroom floor like a snake having a bad hair day. Three minutes until my first livestream, and naturally, my internet decided to ghost me. ...