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Maya pressed herself against the kitchen wall, feeling like a total spy as she watched Liam laugh with the popular crew across the room. Three hours of scrolling through his Instag...
The gummy vitamin sat on my tongue like a lie I wasn't ready to swallow. "You'll thank me when you're thirty," Mom called from downstairs, already late for her shift at the hospit...
My goldfish had a better social life than me. That's the thought that hit me at 2 AM, doomscrolling through my iPhone, watching seventh grade classmates post stories that made my e...
I knew it was a mistake the moment I picked up the fork. The papaya sat there, looking innocent enough, but I was about to destroy my entire social life. "You've never tried papay...
Kai's summer wasn't supposed to be like this. They'd promised themself no more MLM drama after last year's essential oils disaster, but here they were, squeezing oranges at their c...
Maya stood in front of her bathroom mirror, gingerly touching the fried ends of her once-pristine curls. Third period PE humidity had officially ruined everything. Her phone buzzed...
The beanie **hat** stayed on. Even inside. Even though the AC was blasting and Maya's forehead was probably sweating underneath the wool blend. "Dude, it's eighty degrees," said L...
Maya's iPhone slipped from her fingers at exactly the wrong moment. She'd been trying to capture the perfect Instagram story of Jake's pool party—the sun glinting off the water, e...
Jordan stared at the Robinhood chart like it held the meaning of life. His crypto portfolio was down 47% since yesterday, and honestly? He felt like he'd been metaphorically mauled...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she thought they might actually drip on Taylor's linoleum floor. First real party. First time wearing the crop top she'd spent three weeks decidi...
Marcus's first day at FoodMart wasn't exactly the confidence booster he'd hoped for. His orange uniform vest made him look like a traffic cone, and his hands wouldn't stop shaking....
The zombie apocalypse started at 3 AM with a text. My ex-bestie posted a pool party invite. On my block. With everyone who'd watched our friendship implode like a soda in a freezer...