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My friends called me **Fox** because apparently I was "sly as a fox" at avoiding social suicide, but honestly? I was just socially anxious and overthought everything. That, and I h...
Maya's palm was sweating against her iphone screen as she stared at the bathroom mirror. The hair disaster staring back was her own doing—a DIY bob that looked more like a lawnmowe...
Marcus stared at the cafeteria tray like it was a crime scene. There, amid the pizza and mystery meat, sat a small plastic cup of spinach that looked like it had seen better days—o...
The pool party was exactly where I didn't want to be. I leaned against the fence, nursing a warm soda, feeling like a literal **goldfish** in a bowl—everyone watching, no place to ...
Maya smoothed her fox-patterned bikini for the third time, feeling ridiculous. The faux fur trim around the edges had seemed cute online, but now she just felt like she was trying ...
Maya's third attempt at beach waves resulted in what looked more like electrocuted poodle. Her hair had declared war against humidity, and humidity was winning. Like, badly. "You'...
Marcus's life was basically baseball—practices at dawn, travel tournaments on weekends, and a glove that practically lived on his hand. So when his best friend Tyrell dragged him t...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically water plants with them. Standing before the carnival ring toss booth, she felt every pair of eyes from the sophomore class b...
Summer before sophomore year, my life was basically a dumpster fire. My parents decided to adopt this sphinx cat—literally hairless, wrinkly, looked like an alien had a baby with a...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically water plants with them. She stood outside Jayden's house, clutching a bag of spinach like it was a lifeline, which technical...
The bear costume smelled like junior high despair and febreeze. I adjusted the giant foam head, trying to see through the mesh eye openings as the pep rally crowd roared. Somewhere...
The goldfish stared at me through its plastic bag prison like it knew I was about to make the worst decision of my sophomore year. "Dude, just buy it," Marcus said, leaning agains...