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Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, chlorine stinging his eyes. As a sophomore on the varsity swim team, he'd finally earned his letter jacket — but somehow, he still felt like h...
Maya moved the binoculars one millimeter to the left. Her golden retriever, Buster, whined softly beside her, nosing her hand with a wet, insistent snout. "Shh, Bud. I'm working he...
Finn stared at his phone, doom-scrolling through Skylar's Instagram for the third time that hour. His pet goldfish, Bubbles, floated in its bowl on his desk, probably judging him f...
My trucker hat wasn't just an accessory. It was my emotional support animal, my security blanket, my literal shield against the world. When you're fifteen and your parents drag you...
Maya's first mistake was agreeing to help with the decorations for Jessica's Sweet Sixteen. Her second mistake? Eating the spinach artichoke dip beforehand. "You've got something ...
My life had become a series of swipes, taps, and double-clicks. The iPhone was basically glued to my hand, an extension of my nervous system, my brain, my entire social existence. ...
The high school cafeteria operated like a pyramid scheme, and freshman year, I was stuck at the base. Jocks and popular kids sat at the apex, their laughter cascading down like jud...
Maya stood at the edge of Miller's Pond, clutching a red Solo cup like it was her lifeline. The summer air was thick with humidity and the smell of bonfire smoke. She was officiall...
Maya tugged the brim of her dad's vintage trucker hat lower, trying to disappear into the shade of Miller's backyard. The pool party was in full swing—laughter echoing off the fenc...
The pool party was supposed to be the highlight of sophomore year, but I'd spent the last hour perfecting the art of holding a red Solo cup without looking like I was nervously gri...
Maya felt like a literal zombie as she dragged herself to the community center. Two consecutive all-nighters studying for finals had turned her into a walking corpse, complete with...
Chloe's first week at Bridgewater Academy felt like walking onto a movie set she hadn't auditioned for. The locker room smelled like expensive shampoo and confidence, and everyone ...