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Maya stood at the edge of the **pool**, chlorine stinging her nose, clutching her solo cup like it was a lifeline. Jake's end-of-summer bash raged around her—screaming sophomores d...
The cafeteria buzzed with Friday energy, but I was stuck in crisis mode. My best friend Lena was practically vibrating beside me, her phone clutched like a grenade. "He liked my s...
Maya stared at her reflection in the cafeteria mirror, fighting the urge to scream. Green stuff wedged between her front teeth like tiny emerald betrayals. Of course this would hap...
Maya had perfected the art of being invisible. Which was ironic, considering she always wore that beat-up denim bucket hat everywhere – her literal security blanket. She'd become a...
Maya's thumbs hovered over her iPhone screen, the blue light reflecting in her wide eyes as she stared at the post that had just dropped. Chloe, the queen bee of sophomore year, lo...
Maya's hair had a mind of its own. Like, actually sentient. Every morning it was a new adventure — today it was doing this weird half-wave thing that made her look like she'd stuck...
The chlorine hit me before I even saw the pool. Lily's party was already popping — kids from school everywhere, music bumping, the summer sun blazing. I clutched my orange soda lik...
The thunder cracked like the bass drop at a homecoming dance. Outside, lightning painted the sky in jagged strokes, turning Maya's backyard party into something from a movie. But i...
Marcus felt like a zombie walking through the halls of North Valley High, his brain fogged from three hours of sleep and too many TikTok doomscrolls at 2 AM. His messy bed-hair def...
Leo's Saturday started with a funeral—his little sister Mia's goldfish, Bubbles, had gone to that great big bowl in the sky. Again. "Please can we get another one?" Mia begged, th...
I looked like a zombie. No joke — three hours of sleep and too much concealer will do that to you. My hair was doing that weird static thing that happens when you're nervous, and I...
I stood outside the padel court, gripping my racquet like it owed me money. The new kid, whatshisname, kept serving aces that made my brain feel like scrambled eggs. "You good, M...