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Leo's goldfish, Bubbles, was the only one who knew his darkest secret: he'd never actually hit a baseball. Not once. Not in peewee league, not in gym class, not even in backyard wi...
Monday mornings should be illegal. I stood in front of my bathroom mirror, staring at my reflection in horror. My hair, usually manageable after twenty minutes with a straightener,...
Maya felt like a zombie. Not the cool, gross kind from Netflix shows—the boring, undead-on-the-inside kind that resulted from three hours of pretending to have fun at Jordan's part...
The text came through at 3:47 PM on a Tuesday, right in the middle of Mr. Henderson's endless lecture about supply and demand. My iphone buzzed in my pocket like a guilty conscienc...
Maya wiped sweat from her forehead, feeling exactly like a **zombie**. Three hours of sleep. That's what junior year did to you. She stood at the **padel** court, clutching her rac...
I'd been running for three years straight—not the athletic kind, the emotional kind. Through hallway pass-bys, awkward cafeteria exits, and every time Jordan walked into AP Bio wit...
The goldfish stared at me through the plastic bag, its orange scales catching the mall's fluorescent lights. Possibly the worst prize ever for winning a carnival game I hadn't even...
The bathroom mirror reflected a version of me I barely recognized. Blue. My hair was supposed to be "ocean breeze teal" according to the box, but my hair had decided electric blue ...
"Your life line's longer than my patience with Mr. Henderson's algebra tests," Jade said, squinting at my palm in the cafeteria. She'd watched too many TikTok tarot videos. "Basica...
Maya's hands were literally shaking as she stood at the edge of the **pool**, clutching her red Solo cup like it was a lifeline. This wasn't just any house party—it was *the* party...
Maya's legs dangled over the edge of the pool, toes skimming the water like she was testing dangerous territory. At fifteen, everything felt dangerous—especially the **swimming** p...
The papaya incident was NOT how I wanted to start my first day at Camp Pacific, but there I was—sticky, embarrassed, and desperately trying to play it cool while smoothing pink fru...