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The neon orange fox hat sat on my desk like a radioactive animal. My mom bought it thinking it was quirky-cute, but at Westfield High, quirky-cute was social suicide. "You gonna w...
Marcus's dad wanted him to be the next baseball prodigy. Every weekend, they'd hit the cages, his dad going on about the travel team, the college scouts, the 'big future' waiting i...
Jake stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his phone like a lifeline. Summer before sophomore year, and Mia had actually invited him to her party. His best friend Ryan had ghost...
I was running on three hours of sleep and caffeine, basically a zombie shuffling through third period when Coach Miller announced the inter-grade padel tournament. "Mixed teams!" h...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically water plants with them. She clutched the red solo cup like it was a lifeline, which was ridiculous considering it was just l...
Mateo's dad's old baseball cap sat perched on my head like a bird that didn't know it was supposed to fly. The brim was frayed, the sweat stain inside told stories of ninth-inning ...
My mom's new 'business venture' showed up unannounced in our kitchen: a crate of papaya supplements, spinach powder packets, and a binder labeled 'financial freedom through wellnes...
Maya's palms were sweating against her phone case. Again. She'd been refreshing Jake's Instagram story for the past ten minutes like a total creeper, watching him live his best lif...
Maya's first day at Northwood High wasn't supposed to end with her trapped in the pool storage closet while gym class changed outside. But here she was. "You good in there?" calle...
The party at Jake's house was supposed to be my entry point. Freshman year, and I'd finally cracked the code to the social pyramid. All it took was the right Nikes, knowing when to...
Maya's palms were sweating like crazy, which was honestly embarrassing because she was literally holding an orange soda. The can was slippery, her hands were shaky, and Lucas was w...
I was a total **zombie**. Four hours of sleep, three energy drinks, and zero motivation. Practice started in ten and I was still staring at my phone, doom-scrolling through everyon...