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The iphone 12's lock screen stared back at me—five missed texts from Maya, all variations of "where are you??" I swiped left, panic rising like tide water. Tonight was the lake hou...
Maya stared at her reflection, the neon **orange** hair dye dripping onto the bathroom counter like radioactive sludge. Her mom was gonna lose it, but honestly? Maya was done with ...
Jordan's mom insisted on the green smoothie. "It's just spinach and banana, honey. You'll thank me when you're older." "I'm fifteen now, that's basically older," Jordan grumbled, ...
The goldfish floated at the top of its bowl again, and I sighed. Three days. Three goldfish. My little sister Lily had killed every single one, and she was begging me to help her h...
Maya felt like a zombie. Not the cool, apocalyptic kind from movies—the boring kind. The kind that existed on three hours of sleep and too much iced coffee, shuffling through AP su...
Maya's mom had gone full wellness-culture guru over the summer, which meant the kitchen counter was basically a vitamin shop explosion. "Take these with breakfast," she'd say, slid...
Charlie's plastic baseball trophy sat on his dresser like a middle finger to everything else he'd ever tried. Three weeks into freshman year, his old crew had already moved on with...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to perfect those beachy waves she'd seen on TikTok, but now she looked like she'd stuck her finger in an ele...
My hair decided to betray me the morning of the Championship Padel Tournament. Three hours before my first match against Eastside, I woke up to a frizzy disaster that looked like I...
Marcus's hat had seen better days. The brim was frayed, the sweatband stained, and the Panthers logo was peeling like bad sunburn. But it was his armor. Without it, he felt naked, ...
The lightning crackled across the sky, illuminating the cracked pavement of the school parking lot. Maya adjusted her beanie, pulling it lower over her ears like a protective shiel...
Maya leaned against the chain-link fence, heart hammering like she'd been sprinting instead of just watching from the sidelines. Baseball practice at Northwood High meant Jake Torr...