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The **lightning** flashed across the sky, illuminating everything in this stark, weird way, like someone had turned on the fluorescents in a classroom during a blackout. I was supp...
I've been lowkey spying on Maya since the first week of sophomore year. She's an enigma - always sketching in her notebook during lunch, never hanging with the popular crowd. My be...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, chlorine stinging his nose. The summer party was in full swing—kids from school everywhere, some doing cannonballs off the diving board, other...
The summer heat pressed against my skin as I sat on the wooden dock, peeling an orange. My phone buzzed beside me—another notification that made me feel like everyone was watching,...
The first day of sophomore year, Maya's phone buzzed with a group chat invite: "Padel Club @ Lunch." Her stomach did that thing where it felt like she'd swallowed a handful of ligh...
The chlorine smell hit Marcus before he even pushed through the gym doors. Thursday. 3:45 PM. Swim practice. The absolute worst time of his life. He adjusted his swim cap, trying ...
Maya's thumbs moved like lightning across her iphone screen, double-tapping, hearting, swiping through lives that seemed so much brighter than hers. 472 followers. Not enough. Neve...
Maya's palms were sweating so hard she could practically water plants with them. She gripped her Solo cup like it was a lifeline, which was ridiculous because it was just some luke...
Marcus dragged through the hallway like a **zombie**, three hours of sleep and finals week turning his brain into something that definitely used to be intelligent but now mostly ju...
Mateo leaned against the chain-link fence, watching the varsity football players strut toward the gym like they owned the school. Jason Miller, a senior built like a tank, high-fiv...
Maya's thumbs moved like lightning across her iPhone screen, double-tapping photos of people who were living their best lives while she stood against the basement wall clutching a ...
Maya smoothed her vintage bucket hat for the tenth time, checking her reflection in the cafeteria window. First week of sophomore year, and she was still trying to figure out her a...