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The pyramid wasn't literal—it was the invisible geometry of Taylor's house party, seniors at the apex, sophomores like me at the base. I stood near the orange bowl, pretending to b...
The papaya sat on the cafeteria table like a radioactive alien artifact. "Dude, what IS that?" Jason asked, scrunching his face. "It looks like something that died." I sighed. T...
Maya's phone buzzed again. Another text from the group chat: pool party at Jake's, you coming? She stared at the spinach-heavy smoothie her mom had blended for her "summer glow-up...
Maya stared at her iPhone screen, thumb hovering over the post. Her best friend since seventh grade, Jasmine, had posted another selfie—this time holding a suspiciously green smoot...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating, tiny droplets pooling in her hand crevices as she clutched the red solo cup. This was it. Her first high school party. And she ...
The problem with Aspen Lake wasn't the lake itself. It was Leo, and the fact that he played padel tennis like his life depended on it, and that I was definitely not the kind of gir...
The day I dyed my hair electric blue was the same day my life became a literal car crash—of emotions, anyway. I'd spent sixteen years being Baseball Girl: the shortstop with the pe...
The carnival goldfish was supposed to die within a week. That's what everyone said. But this one, this stubborn orange speck in a dollar-store bowl, just kept swimming like its tin...
The carnival lights blurred against my sweaty palms. Three vitamin gummies churning in my stomach — Mom's brilliant idea for my "social anxiety." What she doesn't get is that junio...
Finals week had turned me into a certified zombie. Three days of zero sleep, caffeine shakes, and vocabulary cramming will do that to you. But here I was, standing at the edge of M...
Summer before freshman year, Marco and I made a pact. We were gonna stay best friends forever, etched in Sharpie on our Converse. Forever lasted exactly three weeks. That's when h...
Maya stared at her iPhone, the screen reflecting her panicked expression. 47 notifications. She'd been offline for exactly twenty-three minutes during homeroom, and the group chat ...