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Maya's first mistake was volunteering for the morning smoothie shift during Homecoming Week. Her second mistake was agreeing to the zombie theme. "You look like a traffic cone tha...
Lily loved storms. While other children hid under blankets, she pressed her nose against the window, watching the sky dance. One rainy afternoon, a tiny spark flashed near her bed...
Elena sat alone in her almost-empty apartment, the only sound the rhythmic purring of Ophelia, her sister's cat, who had been deposited with her "just for the weekend" three months...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The sophomore year kickoff party sprawled before her—popular kids cannonballing, couples whispering under t...
The social hierarchy at Westwood High operated like a pyramid I never asked to join. At the apex sat the "royals" — kids whose parents bought them cars they couldn't drive and whos...
Maya's palms were sweating through her favorite denim shorts as she stood outside Tyler's house. This was it. The first party of sophomore year, and she'd actually been invited. We...
The mood ring was supposed to be cool. Maya's best friend Chloe had given it to her last week, said it was vintage, said it would make her look mysterious and aesthetic at Tyler's ...
Max was a small golden dog with a big fear—thunderstorms. Every time the sky turned dark and rumbled, Max would hide under the bed with his tail tucked tight. One stormy night, a ...
Lila's phone buzzed for the seventeenth time that hour. The group chat was blowing up again. "y'all see what Aiden posted??" "nah that's cap 💀" "someone needs to fact check him" ...
My mom shoved the bottle at me before I could even grab my bag. "You need your **vitamin** D, Leo. You're practically a vampire living in your room all summer." I dry-swallowed t...
Max loved two things more than anything else: his golden retriever Barnaby and baseball. Every Saturday, they played catch in the backyard until the sun painted the sky orange and ...
Leo's palms were sweating so much he could practically fill a water bottle. Standing at the edge of the padel court at the country club his parents had somehow afforded to join, he...