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The library was my sanctuary until that afternoon when Jason Miller caught me talking to the school mascot. A literal six-foot plaster sphinx that the drama club had painted gold f...
Maya stood at the edge of the **pool**, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The backyard was packed with juniors she barely knew, all splashing and laughing like they'd been best ...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, the orange hair dye staining her fingers like Cheeto dust. It was supposed to be subtle highlights—a soft caramel transformati...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party like a total zombie, which was kind of ironic considering she'd spent three hours getting ready. The playlist was mid, the vibe was awkward...
Jordan's entire existence felt like a question nobody wanted to answer. That Friday night, stuck babysitting his little sister while his friends posted stories from Jake's party, ...
Maya had been watching him for three weeks now. Ethan from AP Bio, with his stupid-perfect messy curls and those vintage band tees that looked soft enough to sleep on. She was conv...
Kai's hair was definitely a mistake. The electric blue box promised "vibrant results that SLAP," but instead it looked like he'd dunked his head in toilet water at a rave. And now ...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching his mom's Tupperware like it was a grenade. Inside: papaya chunks. Because apparently, fresh fruit was gonna help him fit in w...
Maya leaned against the kitchen island, thumb-stalking her **iPhone** like it was a lifeline. The party at Jessica's house was supposed to be lit, but honestly? She felt like she'd...
Maya's cat, Pancake, had zero respect for social boundaries—or headphones. The orange tabby had just bat-winged her iPhone off the bed, sending it sliding across the floor like a h...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a security blanket. The Saturday crowd at the community center was a blur of splashing bodies and shouted conversations...
Finn sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the goldfish bowl on his dresser. "You're gonna be fine, right?" he whispered to the orange fish. "I mean, you've survived this long w...