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Maya's room was dark except for the glow of her iPhone screen, where she'd been staring at the same caption for twenty minutes. Her roommate's cat, a chaotic orange tabby named Que...
Maya stood in front of the mirror, her newly dyed orange hair staring back at her like a neon sign screaming "LOOK AT ME." Three weeks of high school had been three weeks of invisi...
Maya clicked through another Instagram profile, her thumb moving on autopilot. She wasn't technically a spy, but at 2 AM, scrolling through the feed of Northwood High's social pyra...
Maya's iPhone buzzed for the third time in two minutes. Jake was texting her again, asking if she was still coming to Chloe's party tonight. She stared at the screen, thumbs hoveri...
Maya's iphone vibrated against her thigh—another TikTok notification she'd check later. Probably. The hat pulled low over her eyes had become her security blanket since the braces ...
Maya's phone buzzed at 2:47 AM, another notification from the group chat that never slept. She felt like a **zombie**, scrolling through posts of people living their best lives whi...
Maya's iPhone showed 11:47 PM as she sat on the edge of the bathtub, her charging cable frayed at the edges like her patience. Three weeks until freshman year, and she still couldn...
Maya sat on the edge of the pool, legs dangling in the water, staring at her iPhone like it might suddenly reveal the meaning of life. The screen showed five unread texts from Sier...
The first day of sophomore year, I almost didn't get out of bed. My hair was a disaster — I'd tried to dye it midnight blue over the weekend, but it turned out more like bruised pu...
Maya's hair hung in her face—definitely not the sleek ponytail that the popular girls wore like a uniform. She'd spent weeks being basically a spy, watching how they moved, how the...
Maya dragged herself to the pool deck at 5:45 AM, feeling like the walking dead. Two weeks of summer swim practice and she was permanently operating in zombie mode—her eyes glazed,...
Maya's bathroom counter looked like a supplement store explosion. Vitamin C gummies, biotin pills, and some gross green powder her mom swore would make her skin glow—all lined up l...