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Marcus stared at his reflection in the hallway mirror, adjusting the brim of his dad's old baseball cap. It smelled like leather and nostalgia, two things that felt way too big for...
Marcus sat on the edge of the bathtub, watching his **goldfish** spiral through its bowl. Neon, named after the glowing signs that dotted the strip mall where his mom worked late s...
Maya's scissors hovered over her reflection, the bathroom's flickering bulb casting shadows that danced like anxious thoughts. Her mom would freak—obvi—but the Hairspray Squad at s...
Maya stood in the corner of Sarah's basement, clutching a red solo cup like it was a lifeline. The humidity of thirty teenagers packed into a small space made everything feel stick...
Leo's racquet hit the padel ball with a satisfying *thwack*, sending it ricocheting off the glass wall. His opponent, Sofia—with her perfect ponytail and Instagram-perfect smile—di...
The cross country team stretched on the grass like a sprawling orange snake, our uniforms bright against the October morning. I adjusted my ponytail, trying not to look at the vars...
Maya's hair frizzed in the humidity as she hovered near the snack table, doing her best impression of someone who definitely wasn't spying. Across the pool, Chloe—her former best f...
Mia's sophomore year had been one long exercise in feeling like she was missing some crucial memo everyone else had received. While her friends perfected their Instagram feeds and ...
Maya felt like a zombie at Jason's Halloween party. Not the cool, flesh-eating kind with dramatic makeup — more like the undead version of herself, dragging her body through the cr...
The goldfish bowl sat on Maya's nightstand, its tiny orange inhabitant doing lazy laps. Finn—she'd named him after the boy she'd been crushing on for three years—was probably the o...
The kitchen reeked of papaya—that weird tropical fruit someone's health-obsessed aunt brought to Maya's house party. I leaned against the counter, clutching my plastic goldfish bow...
Maya's frizzy **hair** defied the humidity-resistant gel she'd spent twenty minutes applying, which was just proof that the universe wanted her to be awkward at Jordan's party. She...