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Marcus stood in front of his bathroom mirror, swallowing his third orange vitamin C gummy of the morning. His mom had bought them in bulk, convinced they'd keep him healthy through...
Marcus stood at the bottom of the social pyramid—again. Junior year at Northwood High, and he was still invisible, while kids like Tyler reigned supreme at the top. It was exhausti...
Maya's Labrador Retriever, Buster, bounded ahead toward the community center, his tail wagging like metronome gone haywire. The 15-year-old dragged her feet, clutching her dad's ol...
Marcus felt like a zombie as he dragged himself to Jenna's pool party. Three hours of sleep after finals week will do that to you. The sun beat down on her backyard oasis, and the ...
Maya found the sphinx behind the dumpster at Taco Bell. Not the mythical kind—all hairless and wrinkled, with ears like satellite dishes—but the kind that purred like a rusty engin...
Maya stood at the edge of the country club pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The Watermelon Crew—Layla, Chloe, and the rest of their perfectly curated Instagram squad—loun...
Maya hadn't slept. Like, actually hadn't slept. Three days of finals week, her phone blowing up with group chat drama at 2 AM, and now here she stood at the regional padel champion...
The orange solo cup sat sweating in my hand, condensation dripping like my nerves. Marcus's pool party. The event of the season according to his Instagram stories, and I'd spent fo...
Maya clutched her red solo cup like it was a lifeline. The kitchen of some senior's house she'd never met before was packed, bodies pressing together, music thumping through the fl...
The invitation came via Snapchat streak—Maya's pool party, Friday at 7. I'd been staring at my phone for twenty minutes, thumb hovering over the reaction buttons. Pool parties at ...
Maya's iphone was at 4% when she spotted him across the basement — the boy with the copper-colored hair and sharp grin that everyone called Fox. He was like, actually gorgeous, the...
The **bull** had always been my dad's pride—massive, stubborn, impossible to move. But me? I'd moved from our Texas ranch to suburban California without putting up half the fight t...