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Friday night and I was finally gonna hang with Ryan—the guy I'd been lowkey crushing on since September. We were supposed to watch a movie, just the two of us, at my place while my...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her orange juice like a lifeline. The sophomore collective was scattered across the deck in their perfect little clusters, every...
Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, wearing her older sister's oversized orange hoodie that swallowed her frame. The vibrant color screamed look at me, exactly what she was ...
I stared at the tangle of ethernet cables behind my gaming PC, willing them to magically untangle themselves. At 16, I should've been worrying about driver's licenses and crushes, ...
Maya's reflection in the bathroom mirror showed catastrophe: a chunk of **spinach** wedged firmly between her front braces, glowing fluorescent green like radioactive waste. "You...
The social pyramid at Northwood High had Leo at the bottom—freshman, band geek, socially invisible. Until the day he found himself stuck inside the pyramid exhibit at the carnival,...
Maya's hair was supposed to be her moment. Finally, she'd bleach the awkward brunette waves that everyone called "mousy" and become someone else—someone confident, someone who'd ca...
The pool party at Jessica's house was supposed to be my rebranding moment. New school year, new me — confident, chill, ready to finally escape the "quiet kid" label I'd been draggi...
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 ...