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Marcus stared at the orange prescription bottle. " centrum teenagers" the label read, but he knew better. These weren't vitamins. They were his ticket to surviving summer baseball ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a security blanket. The junior year end-of-year party raged around her—music thumping, people laughing, splashing every...
Maya's phone buzzed with a text from Chloe: *Spill the tea. What happened at Jake's party?* Maya groaned into her pillow. The party had been three weeks ago, and her social life h...
Marcus stood before the concrete sphinx behind the baseball field, clutching his iPhone like a lifeline. The statue's chipped wing painted in school colors watched silently as he s...
Tyler's baseball cleats clicked against the pavement—mocking him with every step. Tryouts were tomorrow, and his stomach was doing gymnastics that had nothing to do with nerves and...
Maya's palms were sweating so much her phone kept slipping from her grip. The gymnasium transformed into a glittery pyramid of streamers and stolen expectations — homecoming, the s...
The summer before sophomore year, Chloe's parents decided to "reconnect with nature" — which meant dragging her to some cabin in the woods where WiFi died like, immediately. Her iP...
Maya's palms were practically dripping as she stood outside the gym. Fall formal. The night she'd been lowkey stressing about for weeks. "You good?" her best friend Chen asked, ad...
I'd been **running** laps around my anxiety for three weeks straight, ever since Maya invited me to her house party. This was it — my chance to finally graduate from background cha...
Maya pressed her back against the cafeteria wall, heart racing like she'd just finished a track meet—except she wasn't running. Not literally, anyway. She was doing that thing wher...
The pool party at Jasmine's was supposed to be chill—just swimming, vibing, maybe flirting with Tyler if I could stop overthinking everything. But then someone suggested padel. "Y...
Maya stared at her reflection, finger-combing the frizzy halo around her head. Freshman year was supposed to be her glow-up era, but her hair had other plans. It was a pyramid of i...