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The worst thing about having your hair fall out in chunks during the most important pool party of the summer isn't the embarrassment. It's that everyone pretends not to notice. "Y...
The cable box died three minutes before Jake was supposed to come over. OF COURSE. Because the universe had a personal vendetta against my social life. "Maya, did you pay the bill...
The golden retriever tugged at its leash, practically dragging me down Maple Street. Mrs. Henderson's dog, Buster, knew exactly where he wanted to go. "Bro, chill," I muttered, bu...
Maya's iPhone buzzed in her pocket as she stood at the edge of Tyler's pool, clutching a Tupperware container like it held radioactive waste. Inside sat papaya chunks—her grandmoth...
Marcus adjusted the backwards **baseball** cap—stolen from his older brother's closet—for the fifth time. It kept sliding down over his ears, but he refused to fix it. Cool people ...
I'd been moving through sophomore year like a zombie—honestly, just going through the motions. AP classes, swim practice, more homework than sleep. My friends said I was lowkey vib...
The social pyramid at Northwood High was less like a triangle and more like a game of Jenga played by drunk giants. I was somewhere near the bottom, wedged between the kids who bro...
The palm fronds scratched against my bedroom window like frantic fingernails. It was 2 AM and Maya's text still glowed on my iPhone screen: "we need to talk." We'd been best frien...
Maya pressed herself against the lockers, heart doing that nervous flutter thing whenever HE walked past. Jason. The guy who sat three rows back in AP English and somehow made brea...
I've been running since seventh grade. Not away from anything, just running. Track, cross country, midnight runs when my parents' fights got too loud. Running was the only time I f...
5 AM hit like a punch to the face. I dragged myself out of bed, feeling like a straight-up zombie from The Walking Dead, but with way less cool makeup and more exhaustion. Third we...
The party was already peak cringe before I even walked in. I could feel the **lightning** crackling through my phone—three new notifications, all from Group Chat, all variations of...