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Sixteen years old and I was already dead—that's how it felt walking into Tyler's basement party. A total **zombie** from three days of cramming for finals, brain fried, eyes glazed...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her normally sleek curls exploding into a frizzy halo. The humidity was absolutely wrecking her vibe. Why did her hair have to...
Marcus stood at home plate, baseball bat resting on his shoulder, trying to look like he knew what he was doing. The varsity team watched from the dugout – top of the school pyrami...
Maya's ponytail was so tight her temples throbbed, but she wasn't taking chances. After two hours of flat-ironing and half a bottle of anti-frizz serum, her hair had achieved the k...
Alex adjusted his thrifted bomber jacket for the tenth time, checking his reflection in the darkened window. The bass from Tyler's house party vibrated through the pavement. This w...
I was operating on pure zombie mode—three hours of sleep after binge-watching until 3 AM will do that to you. My phone was at 4%, and naturally, I'd forgotten my charging cable at ...
Maya's hair had become her entire personality. Since she'd chopped it into a wolf cut last week, she'd been officially That Girl With The Hair—the one who actually committed to the...
Maya's vintage fedora was supposed to be her armor. Freshman year at Northwood High, she'd calculated every detail: the slightly oversized denim jacket, the boots her mom said made...
My palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping, which is gross when you're gripping a **baseball** bat like your social life depends on it. "You got this, Leo," Marcus whispered,...
Maya's fingers hovered over her phone, the orange notification light blinking like a tiny heartbeat. Another group chat blowing up without her. "You coming to Bri's party tonight?...
Leo's dad had been the Tigers' varsity baseball coach for fifteen years. The expectations weighed heavier than any batting helmet. "You're trying out tomorrow, right?" Dad asked o...
The chlorine stung my eyes as I paddled backward into the deep end, trying to look casual instead of like I was actively fleeing. My best friend Nina had warned me about Josh's par...