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Maya stood by the chips, feeling like a total zombie. Junior year had turned her into this walking dead version of herself—grades, AP classes, college apps, her mom's constant "hav...
The house party thumped bass through the floorboards, but honestly? My anxiety was louder. I stood by the snack table, clutching my cousin's vintage fedora like it was some kind of...
Maya stood at the edge of Jessica's patio, clutching her iphone like a lifeline. The screen glowed with notifications—snap streaks, party invites, people already posting about #Jes...
Maya stared at the lunch table, wishing she could disappear. Her Tupperware container sat there like a neon sign broadcasting her weirdness. Inside: papaya chunks, sprinkled with l...
The first week of sophomore year, I was basically invisible. Which was fine. Or at least, that's what I told myself while eating lunch in the library every single day. Then I saw ...
Maya's summer took a turn when her parents dragged her to the lake house for the weekend. She'd planned to spend it curled up with her phone, but the Wi-Fi was dead — something wro...
Maya stood by the back fence at Tyler's party, clutching her solo cup like it was a lifeline. The music thrummed through her chest, but she felt frozen, caught between wanting to d...
Leo's iPhone buzzed in his pocket—again. Another Instagram notification he didn't need to check. He stared at his thumbs, suddenly aware that he'd been doomscrolling for twenty min...
Chloe's iphone buzzed in her pocket like an angry hornet, but she ignored it. Behind the concession stand at the regional fair, she was technically supposed to be working, but inst...
Maya stared at the mirror, her normally brown hair now a shockingly bright orange. First day of sophomore year, first impressions, first mistake. The box promised "sunset copper," ...
Maya adjusted her bucket hat for the fiftieth time, pulling the brim lower. It was her armor—overworn, totally lame according to TikTok, but safe. Around her, bodies splashed in th...
I hadn't taken off my hat in public since seventh grade. Not at school. Not at parties. Not even when it was ninety degrees and everyone else was sweating through their shirts. The...