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The chlorine stung my nose as I hovered at the edge of the pool, phone clutched in my hand like a lifeline. Everyone else was already splashing around, laughing like they'd been be...
Leo's hands shook as he held the bottle. Inside, his reflection stared back—same boring brown hair, same kid who'd spent freshman year blending into the lockers. But tonight? Tonig...
I never should've let Maya talk me into trying out for the team. But there I was, standing in center field during gym class softball, my heart doing backflips while Coach Peterson ...
The first day of sophomore year, I dyed my hair neon pink. Mom said I looked like a highlighter. My friends said I looked like a boss. "You're literally gonna be a social pariah,"...
Maya stood by the snack table, clutching her plastic cup of lukewarm water like it was a lifeline. Jordan's house party was already in full swing, and she'd been here exactly twelv...
Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, her borrowed racquet feeling like a foreign object in her hands. The rest of the club smelled like privilege — expensive perfume, coconut...
The orange slice stuck to the side of my face like a badge of shame. I peeled it off, hoping nobody at Connor's pool party noticed, but apparently they did. "Nice look, Maya," Jen...
The spinach was stuck between my teeth. I could feel it—this massive, bright-green chunk of screaming social suicide—lodged right in front as I laughed at something Lucas said. "M...
The frayed ethernet cable behind my gaming PC had been a problem for weeks, but procrastination won over practicality every time. I'd just yank it back toward the router whenever m...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like it could somehow protect her from the sea of sophomore bodies slick with chlorine and pretension. This was exactly why ...
Maya's dad's trucker hat was technically a crime scene. I'm talking neon orange with embroidered deer that—this is important—had glowing red eyes. The worst part? She was wearing i...
Maya stared at the bathroom mirror, Kool-Aid orange hair dye dripping down her neck like radioactive lava. Three days until freshman orientation and she was finally reinventing her...