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Leo's hand pressed against his **palm**, sweat already gathering at 7:45 AM. Tryouts. Again. His dad's voice echoed in his head: "You're a Martinez, Leo. Martinezes play **baseball...
I've been operating on three hours of sleep and an energy drink that tasted like battery acid, so I'm basically a zombie walking through the hallways. My eyes are doing that twitch...
The first day of sophomore year, I walked into homeroom feeling like a zombie. Not the cool, Netflix kind with dramatic plotlines and hot survivors. I'm talking actual zombie—dead ...
Maya pulled her beanie down lower, cursing her school's no-hat policy internally. Why did freshman year have to coincide with the worst hair cut of her life? The hat was her armor ...
Kayla stood at the edge of Miller's Creek, toes curled into the mud. The water looked deceptively calm, but she knew better. Deep down, it held monsters—or at least, that's what sh...
Maya's iPhone screen glowed at 11:47 PM, the group chat blowing up about Tyler's party tomorrow. She'd been typing and deleting the same response for twenty minutes—casual cool or ...
Maya's Afro had betrayed her. On the day of sophomore semiformal, it had decided to stage a rebellion — part puff, part pyramid, entirely unmanageable. "You look fine," her mom ye...
Alex's phone buzzed with Jordan's text: "Almost there!" Panic mode: ACTIVATED. Alex grabbed the handheld mirror and scanned their reflection for the tenth time. The outfit was fin...
Maya gripped her iPhone so hard her knuckles turned white. For three weeks, she'd been sliding into Jayden's DMs from her finsta account — not actually sliding, just watching. Lurk...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his towel like a security blanket. The seniors' end-of-year party raged around him—music thumping, people flirting, everyone acting ...
The beach party was already popping when Jordan arrived, their stomach doing backflips. Everyone from sophomore year was there—laying out towels, bumping Spotify playlists, fake-la...
Maya's summer was supposed to be epic—her aunt's beach house in Malibu, zero parental supervision, and finally, the chance to text Jason back without her mom reading over her shoul...