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I am officially dog. Not the animal. The verb. As in, I have been dog-tired, dog-paddling, and thoroughly dogged by life since June 1st. "Jordan, you're spacing out again!" Mia's ...
The chlorine hit me first—that sharp, chemical promise of summer. I adjusted my beat-up dad hat, pulling the brim low like I was some kind of deep undercover spy instead of just a ...
Maya pressed her back against the lockers, breath held. This was it — her moment to finally talk to him. Jake, the junior with the leather jacket and effortless smile, stood at his...
Maya's life had officially become a pyramid scheme of embarrassment. At the bottom: her ancient algebra grade. Middle layer: the fact that she'd just spilled a full blue slushie on...
Leo stood in front of his mirror, adjusting his new snapback hat at a careful angle. This was it—this was the summer he'd finally stop being That Quiet Kid and start being someone ...
The hair dye box said "midnight velvet." The mirror said "hot mess express." Maya stared at her reflection, hands trembling. She'd spent three hours attempting to reinvent herself...
My lucky trucker hat was practically part of my skull at this point. When you're fifteen and trying to survive freshman year without completely embarrassing yourself, you develop t...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time, watching Crystal laugh with the popular kids by the beach bonfire. "You...
My phone burned against my thigh — literally hot, like it'd been processing something nuclear for three hours straight. Another notification slid across the screen: 'ur weird' from...
Maya's hands trembled as she stared at the mirror, the bathroom lights exposing every insecurity. Her brown hair was gone, replaced by a chaotic explosion of bright copper she'd DI...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be my comeback moment after the whole cafeteria incident last semester. I'd spent weeks curating the perfect Instagram aesthetic, my...
Maya's phone buzzed with the group chat that changed everything. "Party at Damien's. His parents are gone. B.Y.O.B. — Bring Your Own... whatever." She'd been crushing on Damien si...