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I stood in the corner of Jordan's basement party, feeling like a total **zombie**. Not the cool Netflix kind—the awkward, brain-fried variety that forgot how to human somewhere aro...
Jordan's life was officially over. Or at least, that's how it felt when they caught their reflection in the cafeteria mirror—spinach from lunch wedged firmly between their front te...
Maya's iPhone was at 4%. The universal symbol of social death. "You've got to be kidding me," she muttered, frantically patting her pockets like her phone might magically reappear...
Summer hit different when you were the only kid who still couldn't pass the swimming test. While everyone else was doing cannonballs off the high dive, I was stuck in the shallow e...
The bell above GNC chimed like my anxiety every time the door opened. I adjusted my name tag, arranging vitamin C bottles in perfect military formation. Working here wasn't exactly...
Maya's hair had gone from "cute waves" to "electrocuted poodle" in the time it took to walk from her bathroom to her bedroom door. The expensive curling iron had betrayed her, leav...
My hair was supposed to be caramel highlights. Instead, I looked like a nuclear accident happened on my head. "It's not that bad," Maya lied, barely containing her laughter as we ...
The cafeteria hummed with Friday energy, and I was officially spiraling. Jordan, the human equivalent of a golden retriever, was walking toward my table. My heart was doing that em...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her iPhone like it was the only thing keeping her anchored to reality. Below, the water shimmered with that hypnotic blue glow that ma...
The spinach in my teeth was supposed to be the problem. Instead, it became the solution. Standing at the edge of Chloe's pool party—chlorine smell heavy in the humid July air—I wa...
I was definitely not the kind of kid who wore hats. Or played sports. Or did anything that required leaving my house before noon on a Saturday. So when Leo, my oldest friend in th...
Marcus dragged himself to third base, feeling like a straight-up zombie. Three hours of sleep before finals week will do that to you. His baseball uniform stuck to his skin, humidi...