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My iPhone screen was literally the only thing lighting up my face at 2 AM. Doomscrolling through Insta again, watching everyone live their best lives while I was just... existing. ...
Marcus's first real job was running cables for the minor league baseball stadium's jumbotron. It was supposed to be simple—stretch ethernet cables from the control booth to the cam...
Marcus stood at the bottom of the social pyramid at Westbrook High, invisible by design but acutely aware of every tier above him. The varsity athletes and TikTok-famous kids forme...
Marcus adjusted his backward snap-back, trying to look casual as he leaned against the chain-link fence surrounding the padel court. The popular kids—those effortlessly glossy bein...
I'd been running away from my old self for weeks, ever since my mom cut my hair too short over summer break. Now I looked like a twelve-year-old boy instead of a sixteen-year-old g...
Maya pressed her back against the library wall, heart pounding like she'd just finished a 400-meter dash. She wasn't running track today—she was running surveillance. For three we...
Maya's hair was that perfect shade of orange — not natural, not quite the result of a botched box dye, but something she'd spent three hours and half a paycheck achieving. It was s...
Maya hated Spirit Week. Specifically, she hated that freshman year meant being at the bottom of the social food chain, invisible except when someone needed a target for their jokes...
Maya's hair had been betraying her since seventh grade. The moment humidity hit 60%, her perfect straightened strands would explode into a frizzy halo that made her look like she'd...
Maya pulled her beanie hat lower over her eyebrows, grateful for the slight shadow it cast. If she couldn't see everyone clearly, maybe they couldn't see her either—couldn't see th...
The humidity was straight-up disrespectful that July afternoon. Maya stood at the edge of Kara's above-ground pool, her phone clutched in her hand like it held the cure for her exi...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could barely grip her phone. The cross-country championships were in twenty minutes, and she'd just discovered a massive chunk of spinach wed...