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The first day of junior year, I felt like a straight-up zombie. Three hours of sleep, two energy drinks, and zero personality left. My best friend Kai practically had to drag me to...
Lily discovered the pyramid in her backyard on a Tuesday morning. It wasn't big — just knee-high, made of old wooden crates her dad had left behind. But when the sun hit it just ri...
Mara stood before the bathroom mirror at 4 AM, the fluorescent light casting everything in a sickly orange glow. She'd stopped sleeping three weeks ago, not since the audit began. ...
Jordan's phone buzzed. Third time in five minutes. "You coming? Everyone's at the quarry." Jordan stared at the ceiling. The quarry party was legendary—seniors only, basically re...
Barnaby was a small brown bear with very big dreams. Every summer afternoon, he would sit by the edge of the sunny meadow, watching the forest animals play baseball. The rabbits ra...
The kitchen counter was my safe zone. At least until Jake materialized next to me, holding that red plastic cup like it contained the secrets of the universe. My heart did that ann...
The party was already lit when Maya arrived, bass thumping through the suburban walls like a second heartbeat. She clutched her red Solo cup like it was a lifeline, feeling every b...
Luna was a small gray cat who loved watching storms from her favorite windowsill. When the sky turned dark and rumbled like a giant tummy, she would press her nose against the glas...
Margaret stood in the center of the attic, dust motes dancing in the afternoon light that streamed through the small window. At seventy-eight, she knew something about endings—the ...
Maya's hair had a mind of its own. Like, seriously. It was this glorious, chaotic cloud that defied gravity, product, and her mother's pleading. She'd spent the past three years li...
Mara stared at the terminal, numbers scrolling like ticker tape across her retinas even when she closed her eyes. Three years on the desk and she'd become something else—something ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her solo cup like a lifeline. Three weeks at transfer school and she was still basically invisible. Which was fine. Totally fine...