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The goldfish died on a Tuesday, which felt weirdly poetic. It was just Logan's stupid carnival prize from three months ago, but staring at its floaty body in the murky water, I fel...
Maya dragged herself into the school cafeteria, moving like a full-on zombie after three nights of finals-week studying. Her eyes burned, her brain felt like it had been through a ...
Marcus's phone buzzed on his chest. He peeled one eye open—2:47 AM. The blue light burned like someone had shoved a flashlight directly into his retinas. "U up?" — Jenna. His hea...
I stood by the chip bowl like it was my only friend, which honestly, it kind of was. Kayla's summer party was everything I'd dreaded and dreamed about — the popular crew floating i...
Maya's life was like a perfect baseball pitch — calculated, precise, zero room for error. Her dad counted strikeouts like some people count blessings. Her friends were the kinda pe...
Maya's hair had been bright blue exactly three hours before sophomore year started, and now she was regretting everything. The dye job was supposed to be her armor—her way of sayin...
The cafeteria smelled like regret and overcooked vegetables. Maya sat across from me, meticulously picking through her salad, removing every single piece of spinach like it was rad...
Maya stood at the starting line, her heart hammering like she'd just chugged three energy drinks. The cross country course stretched ahead—a literal three-mile loop of suffering th...
The first day of my summer job as pool monitor at the Oakwood Community Center, I walked in ready to enforce rules and look official. Instead, I found myself locked in a stare-down...
Alex held the ethernet cable like a lifeline, watching the connection icon stutter from three bars to two to nothing. Again. "Dude, you're lagging out," Tyler's voice crackled thr...
Jordan's knees literally shook as he stepped into the batter's box. Freshman year, first baseball tryout, and he'd already dropped two pop flies during infield practice. Coach Mill...
The backyard POOL glittered like liquid diamonds under string lights, but my stomach was doing backflips. Tonight was the night. The night I'd finally confront Jason about sophomor...