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I'd been crushing on Mia since seventh period English, but my palms were sweating like I'd just run a marathon. Tryouts for the baseball team were tomorrow, and I was seriously deb...
Marcus's fingers trembled as he clutched his iPhone, the glowing screen showing 47 unread notifications from the group chat. 'Bro, you're actually gonna ride it?' Liam texted, foll...
Maya's summer started with a rusty fence and a decision to become someone new. Someone who didn't care that Jake hadn't replied to her text in three days. The fence cable snapped ...
The beanie sat pulled low over my ears — my lucky hat, the one that made me feel slightly less invisible at Northwood High. Tonight, it wasn't working. "Dude, you good?" Marcus as...
Marcus pulled his dad's old fedora down low, trying to look mysterious for the party. The hat smelled like mothballs and questionable decisions, but desperate times called for desp...
Maya tugged her beanie lower, frantically checking her reflection in the dark iPhone screen. Her hair—that stubborn, untamable halo of curls—had already escaped the hat's confines,...
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, clutching a box of hair dye that promised "Sun-Kissed Auburn." What I got was more like "Radioactive Traffic Cone." My hair, once a boring ...
Maya's last brain cell waved a tiny white flag around 3 AM. She'd been doom-scrolling for six hours straight—classic zombie behavior. Her iPhone burned against her palm, battery ga...
Maya's fingers trembled as she held the electric clippers. The bathroom mirror reflected a girl she barely recognized anymore—all perfectly straightened hair and forced smiles, jus...
Leo stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, spinach wedged firmly between his front teeth like a green fluorescent middle finger to his social life. His mom had packed the...
The **padel** court gleamed like something out of a glossier, better-funded dimension. I stood there holding a rental racket, feeling like I'd wandered onto the set of a show I'd n...
Maya's backyard tent had seen better nights. Three bags of stale chips, lukewarm soda, and whatever was happening with Jason's hair. "Dude, it's a sphinx," Jason said, adjusting t...