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The lightning flashing outside the gym windows matched the electricity in my stomach. I'd done it — finally gone through with it. My hair, previously the same boring brown as liter...
Maya's hair had become a betrayal. When she'd chopped it off over the weekend, she'd expected liberation. Instead, she'd gotten panic attacks every time she caught her reflection—t...
Maya's iPhone buzzed with another Snapchat notification—her best friend since third grade, now posting aesthetic brunch pics without her. Again. The screen glowed with Chloe's ca...
Lena's palms sweated against the papaya she'd been clutching for twenty minutes. The fruit sat there like a neon alien in her hand, conspicuous and weird—exactly how she felt. "Yo...
Maya's lungs burned as she rounded the third corner of the cross-country course, her neon sneakers slapping against the dirt path. Running was supposed to be her escape from the du...
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...