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I'd been a zombie for three weeks straight. Ever since Tyler and I called it quits—well, ever since he called it and I just stood there taking it—my life had been this gray blur of...
Maya stared at the lunch table, trying to look busy. The cross-country team sat two tables away, laughing about something Coach said. She'd been **running** with them for three wee...
Maya stared at the cafeteria tray like it was hosting a personal intervention. The spinach sat there—green, mocking, fundamentally opposed to her existence. Across the table, Chloe...
The first day of summer, and I was already questioning every life choice that led me to standing outside the Glenwood Community Pool in a neon-yellow lifeguard shirt that screamed ...
The hat was ridiculous. Like, actually embarrassing — a floppy white monstrosity my mom insisted would save me from UV rays. Standing at the edge of the pool at Tyler's party, I fe...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she was surprised her phone didn't slip right out of her hand and crash onto the basement carpet. Jordan's house party was exactly the kind of so...
Leo's bedroom window faced exactly two things: the Miller's garage and the utility pole where every cable in the neighborhood converged like some messy digital nervous system. At s...
The carnival goldfish lived in a bowl on Maya's nightstand for exactly three days before it went belly up. That should've been a sign about how sophomore year would go. It started...
Marcus stood at the plate, the baseball bat feeling like a foreign object in his sweaty hands. The entire varsity team watched from the dugout—his brother's old team, his father's ...
Maya's hair decided to betray her on the worst possible day—picture day, naturally. She'd spent forty-five minutes attempting to tame her curls into something resembling order, but...
The baseball cap was my armor. Pulled low, it created a shadow where I could hide, which was exactly what I needed when Jake Miller and his varsity jacket crew walked by the bleach...
The invite to Carter's end-of-summer bash had been sitting in my DMs for three days. Carter, whose backyard pool was basically legendary among incoming freshmen, had invited ME. Th...