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Jordan pulled the beanie down until it practically swallowed their eyebrows. It was supposed to be their armor—a cozy cable-knit shield against the terrifying reality of starting a...
Maya had been social media stalking—that's what her therapist called "observation," but whatever—Chloe's profile since seventh grade. She knew Chloe's coffee order, her dog's birth...
My first week at Northwood High, and I was already convinced I'd socially self-destructed before lunch. The padel court seemed like safe territory—just me, a racquet, and a wall th...
Maya's phone buzzed with a notification that made her stomach do somersaults. Jessica's pool party. The invite list had been carefully curated like a social pyramid scheme, and May...
Maya's phone buzzed again. Another group chat notification from "Elevate Youth" — the MLM everyone at school had suddenly gotten obsessed with. "You're not going to the meeting?" ...
Marcus adjusted his faded Dodger hat, trying to look like he belonged at Kennedy High's elite summer showcase. The baseball field stretched before him — a perfectly manicured stage...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. Tyler's graduation rager raged around her—seniors she'd barely spoken to all year, now suddenly her best fr...
Maya stood at the edge of Greyson's inground pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. This was it — the party that could make or break her social existence. The invitation had be...
Marcus stood at the plate, baseball bat slick with sweat. Forty-three kids trying out for fifteen spots. Coach Miller's stopwatch clicking like a countdown to his social execution....
The bull—that's what everyone called Tyler since middle school, mostly because he charged through life like he had something to prove. Padel practice was no exception. His racket s...
The coaxial cable dangling from our living room wall was like my social life — frayed at the edges, barely holding a connection, and completely incapable of streaming anything in H...
Maya adjusted her baseball cap, pulling the brim low. First day of sophomore year and she was already running on zombie mode—thanks to her mom insisting she take that horse-pill vi...