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The social hierarchy at Northwood High worked like a pyramid—jocks at the top, everyone else crushed underneath. And me? I was somewhere in the basement, clutching a tropical-theme...
I'd been **running** from my problems since seventh grade—literally. Cross country was my escape, my meditation, my excuse to avoid asking Sarah to the fall dance. But today? Today...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The water glittered beneath the party lights, but all she could think about was how her bright orange swims...
The pool party at Jessica's house was supposed to be my reentry into normal teenage existence after mom moved out. Instead, I sat on the deck in cutoffs I'd outgrown months ago, wa...
My palms were sweating so bad I could practically water the plants with them. Welcome to Tyler's annual pool party, where the social hierarchy gets rearranged like a messy lunch tr...
Maya's older brother left for college and took his gaming setup, leaving behind a tangle of cables behind the TV. Maya, chronically anxious and perpetually on the social sidelines,...
Marcus sat on his bedroom floor, surrounded by empty Gatorade bottles and what his mom called "a disaster zone." But he couldn't clean it up. Not yet. On the TV—connected by that ...
Maya was running late—again. Junior year was hitting different, and not in the good way. Her phone buzzed with texts from the group chat she'd been ghosting for three days. "u com...
Maya pressed her back against the gym wall, heart doing that nervous flutter thing it always did when Jake was within a twenty-foot radius. She'd gone full spy mode tonight – black...
Maya's iphone vibrated against her palm like a trapped bee. 2:47 AM and still no text back from Kai, even though his story showed him at Jake's party two hours ago. She flopped ba...
My palms were sweating so bad they'd short-circuit a phone. Standing in front of the entire sophomore class, I clutched my sample packet of "mindfulness gummies" like my life depen...
The pool deck at Tyler's house smelled like chlorine and expensive coconut sunscreen. I stood near the edge, nursing a lukewarm Sprite, watching everyone else act like this was exa...