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Mateo felt like a straight-up **zombie** as he dragged himself toward the block party. Three hours of gaming the night before will do that to you. But when he saw Chloe leaning aga...
The bathroom line at Jake's party stretched down the hallway like a snake. Maya leaned against the wall, clutching her plastic cup of flat vitamin water—her mom's text still lit up...
The conference room smelled like stale coffee and conditional regret. Marcus sat beside Sarah, their shoulders barely touching, both of them survivors of the meeting from hell. The...
Maya's palm was literally dripping onto her vintage jeans. Why did she agree to sit with Lucas at lunch? He was the baseball god of sophomore year, and she was... well, she was the...
Lily found something strange in the forest. It was a shiny black rectangle, smooth as a river stone. She tapped the screen and it glowed with pictures of stars and clouds. "What i...
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at Henry the goldfish. He swam in circles, oblivious to my crisis. "She's going to be there, Henry. What do I even say?" Henry blew a bubble....
Maya's first day at Northwood High felt like walking onto a battlefield where everyone already knew the rules except her. The cafeteria operated like a strict social pyramid, with ...
Maya stared at thecafeteria's social pyramid like it was geometry homework she hadn't studied. At the top: the Royals, with their curated Instagram feeds and Thrifted™ outfits. Som...
Barnaby was a bear who loved nothing more than sitting by the edge of Crystal Lake. The water sparkled like diamonds in the sunlight, and Barnaby would spend hours watching the rip...
Luna's cat Whiskers was not an ordinary pet. She was a magical cat with fur that changed colors like a sunset. One afternoon, Luna and her furry friend were running through the enc...
Maya's been acting weird all week. We've been best friends since seventh grade, and now she's whispering in hallways, hiding her phone screen when I walk by, and—this is the weirde...
The papaya sat between us like a silence we couldn't cross, its black seeds scattered across the plate like all the things Elena should have said but didn't. Three years of friend...