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The coaxial cable frayed in my hands like old friendship—exposed wires, barely holding together. I'd been working at the rec center for exactly three days when I managed to slice t...
The bathroom mirror showed me someone I almost recognized—same brown eyes, same freckles across my nose, but the hair was definitely not mine anymore. It was orange. Not natural au...
Marcus stood at the bottom of the freshman pyramid yet again. Literally—Coach Miller had the team doing formation drills, and somehow he always ended up in the back row, behind Tyl...
Maya's palms were literally sweating through her denim shorts as she leaned against the bleachers, pretending to care about the baseball game. In reality, she was performing her la...
Alex adjusted the brim of his backwards baseball hat, trying to look chill even though his stomach was doing backflips. Summer league practice had just ended, and he was deliberate...
Riley's phone died at 11:47 PM—exactly twelve minutes before Jake Miller was supposed to DM her about the party. She stared at the black screen, heart pounding, realizing she'd for...
Maya's palms were sweating, and she kept wiping them on her denim shorts like she was preparing to steal a base. The baseball cap pulled low over her face didn't help with the heat...
The bathroom mirror showed a stranger. My normally boring brown hair was now a screaming orange, like I'd dunked my head in Fanta. Three boxes of dye and one impulsive decision lat...
Maya's dad called her his little fox—clever, quick, always thinking three steps ahead. But sophomore year at Northwood High, that cleverness felt more like anxiety that wouldn't sh...
My cousin's graduation party felt like walking into an Instagram feed come to life. Every surface sparkled with fairy lights, and somewhere in the distance, music competed with lau...
The vitamin gummies stared back at me from my palm—orange, chalky bears that Mom swore would fix everything. My social anxiety, my lack of muscle, my tendency to say "you too" when...
My goldfish cracker addiction became legendary freshman year, but that's getting ahead of the story. It started the summer before tenth grade when I decided to chop my waist-lengt...