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The orange hoodie was my armor against the world—or at least against the judgmental eyes of everyone in the cafeteria. I'd bought it two sizes too big at the thrift store, thinking...
Maya's phone buzzed with another notification from CryptoKingz app. Her friends had been going on about "bear markets" and "bull runs" for weeks, but she couldn't focus on any of t...
The first day of sophomore year, I decided I was done being invisible. So when Malik—the bull of our grade, all broad shoulders and effortless confidence—invited me to sit at his t...
Chase pulled the **baseball** cap low over his eyes, brim bent exactly like Jake's from homeroom. This was it — his shot at reinvention. Summer before freshman year, the ultimate d...
Maya's iPhone 7 was basically a dinosaur—like, literally her friends roasted her about it daily. But her parents refused to upgrade her until she "proved responsibility." Whatever ...
I stared at my iPhone screen, zooming in on the disaster that was supposed to be my new aesthetic. My hair — the shade I'd lovingly dubbed "fox orange" on my Instagram story — look...
Marcus stood at the edge of Miller's Pond, clutching his backpack like a lifeline. Behind him, the cable from the old rope swing dangled uselessly—snapped somewhere in the middle o...
My hair had always been my security blanket—long, brown, and reliably there to hide behind whenever I felt awkward. Which was often. Then came the morning of sophomore year when I...
I'd been running on pure caffeine and existential dread for three days straight. Finals week was officially my villain origin story, and the dark circles under my eyes had their ow...
Jordan's fingers hovered over the screen, another notification sliding into view. Another party they hadn't been invited to. The iPhone felt heavy in their hand, like it was pullin...
My hair was the color of a traffic accident—a neon orange disaster that happened three weeks ago when I decided box dye was a good idea at 2 AM. Now, with regionals tomorrow, I was...
Maya's sweaty palms pressed against her thighs as she stood at the edge of the crystal-blue pool, where half the junior class seemed to be having the time of their lives. Her best ...