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Maya's vitamin stash sat next to her iPhone like a ritual offering. Biotin for hair growth, Vitamin D for mood (or so TikTok claimed), Vitamin C for... actually she'd forgotten why...
Marcus's orange jersey clung to his back like a second skin, sweat already forming despite it being only 7 AM. Baseball practice had been brutal—Coach Davis was in one of his moods...
Maya clutched her iPhone like a lifeline, screen dimmed to avoid drawing attention. She wasn't supposed to be here—at Jenna's massive pool party where everyone who mattered was gat...
I was literally running on three hours of sleep and zero chill when it happened. Track practice had ended twenty minutes ago, but I was still at the school, pacing the hallway lik...
Maya pressed her back against the locker, holding her breath like she'd seen in movies, though this was just seventh period and not a covert mission. She was basically a spy at thi...
Maya's iPhone had become her personal torture device. Every night at 11:47 PM, she'd find herself doom-scrolling through her classmates' stories—everyone living their best summer ...
Marcus stood behind the funnel cake booth, adjusting the ridiculous neon **orange** cowboy **hat** his mom had forced him to wear. "It's family tradition, honey!" she'd said that m...
Leo's **palm** went sweat-slick as he gripped his phone, staring at the group chat blowing up about Jake's pool party. Same story as always—Jake, the varsity QB with the perfect li...
Maya's mom pressed a vitamin C supplement into her palm before she left, like it was some kind of protection charm against the hazards of a sophomore house party. "You need immunit...
Maya's iphone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. Another group chat explosion. Another tiny digital heartbreak. "You coming to Jordan's party?" - that was from Sarah, her ...
Jamie hadn't spoken to Maya in three days. That was basically forever in friendship time, especially since they'd been besties since seventh grade. Now sophomores, they usually tex...
I spent most of sophomore year feeling like I was swimming in circles, which was ironic considering I was the designated caretaker of the science classroom's goldfish while Mr. Har...