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I'm staring at my bathroom mirror, fingers buried in my frizzy mess of hair, when Mom yells up the stairs about my **vitamin** D supplement again. Like, seriously? I'm fourteen, no...
Maya's sphinx costume smelled like old craft store glue and desperation. She'd spent three weeks sewing it, convinced this would be the night she finally stopped being Background C...
Maya's first week as a lifeguard at the Pine Ridge Community Pool was not the summer of empowerment she'd envisioned. Mostly, it was avoiding eye contact with the popular kids who ...
Maya stood outside the rec center, clutching the plastic **water** bottle like it was a lifeline. The Spring Fling was in full swing inside—music thumping, people laughing, the kin...
My fedora was dumb. I knew it. Everyone at Jessica's pool party knew it. But it was my armor against a world where I felt permanently ghostly, like some social zombie drifting thro...
My goldfish had been alive for three years — longer than most of my friendships — and somehow that felt significant. The morning before Maya's birthday pool party, I found Finch fl...
Marcus hates how good Jordan looks in a polo. Not that he'd ever say that out loud. Instead he just nods at Jordan's bag as they walk toward the bike rack. "You playing padel this...
I'd been **running** from my problems literally all freshman year—cross country, track, you name it. If I could sweat it out, I would. But some problems follow you everywhere, like...
Max's phone buzzed at 2:47 AM — another Discord ping from someone who'd never actually talk to him at school. His eyes burned, that familiar heavy feeling from scrolling through ot...
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...