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My dad called them brain vitamins, popping two orange tablets into my palm every morning since third grade. For my brain, he'd say, like they'd magically fix whatever made me diffe...
The pool deck shimmered with heat waves, but inside, Leo's stomach felt like ice. He adjusted his orange swim trunks—hand-me-downs from his cousin that were somehow still too loose...
I felt like a zombie walking into Jake's backyard. Literally. My skin was practically gray from months of winter, and I was moving at about half-speed because I'd spent the last th...
Maya was currently running on three hours of sleep and an unholy amount of anxiety. Tonight was the night – junior year's first official rager, and she was finally invited. Sort of...
The baseball bat felt like a foreign object in my hands—heavy, awkward, basically a weapon I had no idea how to use. I was standing at home plate during tryouts, surrounded by guys...
I walked into the community center feeling like actual zombie roadkill. Three hours of sleep. Three. Thanks to my brain deciding 2 AM was the perfect time to replay every embarrass...
Marcus stood behind the counter at Sal's Pizzeria, wrist-deep in spinach artichoke dip. His shift had started three hours ago, and his hands still smelled like garlic and desperati...
I'd been running for three years—cross country, track, away from awkward conversations, and sometimes toward Maya Rivera's locker just to catch a glimpse of her smile. "Hey, Fox!"...
The pool wasn't actually that deep, but it felt like it. Especially with Madison Rodriguez standing three feet away, looking like she'd just walked off a TikTok feed and into Jake'...
Maya pressed her back against the kitchen island, heart hammering like she'd just run a 5K. She was technically at Jordan's party to "socialize," but mostly she was spying. Not in ...
Maya gripped the baseball bat like it owed her money. The chambray shirt she'd spent twenty minutes ironing was already sticking to her back, and she could feel the papaya juice fr...
The mascot head smelled like three years of middle school sweat and bad decisions, but I pulled it on anyway. Being the school bear meant free admission to games, sure, but it also...