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The humidity was already messing with my hair before I even stepped through the gate. I'd spent forty minutes with the straightener, but the July air had other plans. "Don't be we...
I stood in the cafeteria line clutching my brown lunch bag like it contained state secrets, feeling like the absolute new kid cliché. Mom had packed papaya—again. Nothing screams "...
The **water** in the Hendersons' pool sparkled like diamonds under the string lights, but Maya's stomach was doing backflips. This was IT — the first party of sophomore year, and s...
The cable dangled from the ceiling, a gray snake threatening to drop on my head. I held my breath, balanced on the ladder, trying to look like I knew what I was doing. "You good u...
The pool party at Jessica's house was supposed to be my chance to finally talk to Marcus. Instead, I was hovering near the snack table, clutching a paper plate like it was a lifeli...
Maya felt like a **zombie** as she dragged herself through the door, three hours of sleep and junior year anxiety taking their toll. The house party was already popping — bass thum...
The carnival goldfish stared at me with what I swear was judgment. Its name was Keith, and I was currently carrying him around in a plastic bag like some bizarre fashion accessory,...
I'd been going full zombie mode all week—three hours of sleep, energy drinks for breakfast, and my brain functioning at maybe 20% capacity. Finals were absolutely frying me. Frida...
The bathroom mirror showed a disaster. My hair, supposed to be a subtle auburn, had turned a screaming traffic-cone orange. Mom's expensive salon dye was apparently expired, or may...
Maya was **running** late, which was basically her personality trait at this point. The pool party at Tyler's house started twenty minutes ago, and she was still frantically search...
Marcus stood at the edge of Miller's Pond, chlorine smell still clinging to his skin from swim team practice that morning. The Friday night crowd was already gathering—kids from sc...
My palms were sweating so bad I could practically wring them out like a soaked sponge. This was it — my first time hosting the Saturday night shift at KDOG 92.5, the smallest radio...