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The alarm blared at 4:45 AM and I felt like a straight-up zombie. Again. Third day in a row. My hair still smelled like chlorine from yesterday's practice, a permanent reminder tha...
The chlorine from the pool still clung to my skin as I sat on the backyard lounge chair, nursing a papaya my mom had sliced up earlier that evening. It was supposed to be the summe...
Maya stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, phone buzzing with incoming texts from the group chat. Everyone was asking if she was coming to Jordan's party tonight. Three weeks a...
Marcus adjusted his baseball cap, the brim still stained with dirt from yesterday's game. State finals were tomorrow, and everyone at Maya's pool party kept asking if he was ready....
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party like she'd accidentally wandered into the wrong reality show. The backyard was a sea of Instagram perfect—girls in matching bikinis, guys d...
Marcus moved to Oak Creek three weeks into sophomore year feeling like a **zombie**—stumbling through hallways that already had their ghosts, their hierarchies, their unspoken rule...
Maya's phone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. Another Instagram story from Kai—the guy she'd been lowkey spying on all summer. His posts were like puzzles she couldn't so...
The social pyramid at Northwood High was brutal, and Maya knew exactly where she stood: somewhere near the bottom, wedged between the theater kids and the anime club. Her only real...
The summer air hung thick with humidity as I stood at the edge of Blackwood Lake, clutching a glass bowl containing one very confused goldfish. "You're really doing this?" Maya sai...
Maya dragged herself to the cafeteria, feeling like a straight-up zombie. Three hours of sleep AP Biology test that morning caffeine crash hitting her like a freight train. She slu...
The summer before sophomore year, I was convinced I had two choices: become interesting or become invisible. My hair — this giant, uncooperative cloud I'd spent years straightening...
Maya stood by the snack table, clutching her red plastic cup like a lifeline. The music thumped against the walls of Jordan's basement, vibrating through the floorboards and up int...