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Marcus stared at the plastic container of wilted spinach like it had personally offended him. "Bro, who actually eats this?" he muttered to his reflection in the cafeteria mirror. ...
The gym lights were already making my hair frizz, and tryouts hadn't even started. I'd spent forty-five minutes this morning crafting the perfect messy-but-intentional look, but th...
Riley's baseball glove sat in his closet like a guilty secret, gathering dust since that brutal junior varsity tryout last spring. The humiliation still burned - coach's voice cutt...
Jogging through Egypt's desert haze, I felt like a literal zombie. Three hours of sleep, four energy drinks, and here I was—about to race a marathon because my track coach said it'...
The orange sunset bled across the track as I laced up my worn-out Nikes, trying to ignore the jitters doing jumping jacks in my stomach. Freshman year at North Valley High, and som...
My **dog** Moose stared at me from the doorway like I'd betrayed him. Which, fair. I looked like a traffic cone. "You're not helping," I told him. Moose let out this dramatic huf...
The party at Tyler's house was supposed to be low-key, but you know how that goes. By the time I rolled up—fashionably fifteen minutes late, because I'm not desperate—his backyard ...
The pool party. Maya's worst nightmare. She stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, fingers tugging at her curls that refused to behave despite two hours and three different hai...
Maya's fingers hovered over the screen, heart doing that familiar stutter thing whenever his name popped up. The pool party raged around her—laughter, splashing, someone blasting D...
Alex shoved their phone deeper into their jeans pocket, heart swimming in their chest like a panicked fish. The baseball team clustered around the dugout bench, their laughter cutt...
The moment I stepped onto the patio deck, I knew I'd made a mistake. It was Tyler's annual end-of-summer **pool** party, and suddenly everyone was staring at me. Or at least, at wh...
Maya hadn't slept in two days. Finals week had turned her into a certified zombie, shuffling through the hallway with dark circles that looked like permanent bruises. But tonight w...