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The spinach in my teeth was practically screaming at everyone to notice, and of course, the one person I wanted to impress was walking right toward me. "Hey Marcus," Chloe said, f...
I felt like a **zombie** shuffling through the hallway, my phone's battery at 3% and my social battery at negative 10. Junior year was eating me alive. When I reached my locker, th...
The papaya sat on the diving board like a neon-orange paperweight, ridiculously out of place against the concrete pool deck. Kyle's latest get-rich-quick obsession. "Bro, hear me ...
I felt like a **zombie** walking through the halls Monday morning. Three hours of sleep will do that to you. Marcus's party had been legendary—fire pit on the beach, someone's olde...
The **pool** glittered like someone had spilled a galaxy across the backyard, but Maya's stomach was doing that thing it always did at parties—the twisting feeling that everyone el...
The party bass thumped against Maya's ribs like a second heartbeat. She stood by the bathroom line, scrolling insta, unable to shake the feeling that someone was watching her. The...
Maya smoothed her dad's baseball hat for the fiftieth time, staring at the pavilion where the popular kids played padel. At fifteen, being new at Coral Cove Country Club felt like ...
Maya stood against the wall at Jordan's party, watching everyone move in that weird, synchronized way they always did. Heads down. Thumbs scrolling. Blue light reflecting in thirty...
Maya stared at the lunchroom ceiling, the familiar pyramid scheme of high school social hierarchy hanging over her like a neon sign. Seniors at the apex, juniors below, sophomores ...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually dripping — as she stood outside Lucas's beach house door. Inside, she could hear muffled bass and laughter. Everyone was there. The popu...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could barely grip her phone. Three texts from Jordan: 'u coming?' 'party starts at 7' 'everyone's gonna b there' She stared at her reflectio...
The neon orange beanie sat on my desk like a radioactive traffic cone. Mom had dropped it off with a note: "Saw this. Thought of your hair! Love, Mom." Cringe level: maximum. I sh...