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Fox. That's what they called me at Northwood High—not because I was particularly clever, but because I was always **running**. Running from confrontation, running from awkward mome...
The summer before sophomore year, my **friend** Chloe decided throwing a pool party would fix everything. Her parents were gone, the **water** was sparkling blue, and she'd somehow...
Maya's legs burned as she kept **running**, her Air Force 1s hitting the pavement in a rhythm that matched the panic pounding through her veins. Cross-country practice had ended an...
Marcus adjusted his baseball cap, pulling the brim low. It was basically his security blanket—his what if people actually see me shield. He'd been running from baseball practice fo...
Maya clutched her phone like it was a state secret, which, basically, it was. The group chat was blowing up about Tyler's party Friday, and somehow she'd been left off the invite l...
The bathroom mirror didn't lie. My hair was ORANGE. Not subtle highlights, not amber tones, but full-on traffic-cone orange. Mom was going to lose her mind. Three hours later, I s...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her jeans – fifth time in three minutes – and stared at the papaya on the cafeteria table like it was a bomb. "Dude, just try ...
The carnival goldfish lived for exactly three days before doing that floating thing dead fish do. I'd won it for Emma by tossing a baseball into a peach basket—literally my one ath...
Maya's phone lay face-down on the **palm** of her hand, screen dark, like a dead fish she couldn't bring herself to toss back into the ocean. The pool party raged behind her—splash...
Leo's palms were sweating so much he could practically water plants with them. Which would've been convenient, considering the spinach stuck in his braces from lunch. "You good, b...
Marcus stood outside the community center, his racket bag heavy against his shoulder. This was it — his chance to finally break into the core group. The padel court inside was wher...
The chlorine smell hit Maya before she even saw the water. Her stomach did that thing it always did at parties — like a goldfish doing flips in a tiny bowl. Everyone was already th...