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The worst thing about being a freshman wasn't the homework load or the locker that smelled like someone died inside it. It was walking past the senior quad during lunch and feeling...
Riley's first day at Northwood High was supposed to be a fresh start. Instead, it became a viral disaster. "Just one green smoothie for breakfast," her mom had said. "It'll give y...
By Friday, I was basically a **zombie**. Three days of finals, zero sleep, and now here I stood at the country club — the absolute bottom of the social **pyramid** that was Oak Cre...
Maya's mom stood in the kitchen doorway, holding out the neon orange bottle like it was some kind of peace offering. "Your vitamin gummies, Maya. You've been skipping them again."...
The first time I wore it to school, the cafeteria went silent. Not impressive-cool silence — more like what-is-on-your-head silence. "Nice lid, Carlos," Marcus deadpanned from my ...
Maya dragged her zombie-like body through the county fair, exhausted from three days of finals prep. The neon lights blurred together as her friends ditched her for the tilt-a-whir...
The ethernet cable lay tangled across my floor like a dead snake, another reminder that my life was a mess. My room was supposed to be my sanctuary, but even here, the anxiety foll...
Maya's reflection in the bathroom mirror showed exactly what she'd been trying to hide all night: a massive piece of spinach wedged between her front teeth. Because obviously. Beca...
The padel court smelled like rubber and summer sweat, exactly how Thursday afternoons should smell. Maya and I had been playing for hours, my hair sticking to my forehead in that g...
Maya's newly dyed orange hair felt like a lightning strike across her forehead — bold, electric, impossible to ignore. She'd spent three hours perfecting the color, fueled by eight...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, poking at the fresh mountain on her chin. Another Vitamin D deficiency breakout, or just the universe reminding her that fresh...
My palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping down my wrists onto my favorite thrifted cargo shorts. Not a great look when you're trying to look chill in front of Jake from AP Hi...