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I stared at the vitamin D gummy on the kitchen counter like it was a microscopic judge of my entire existence. Mom's sticky note: *Take this. You're pale.* Thanks, Mom. Highkey rud...
I was practically sprinting down the hallway when I almost crashed into her—Lex, the girl who sat behind me in AP World, the one whose notes looked like calligraphy and who never s...
Maya stared at the biotin bottle on her bathroom counter—her mom's special "hair vitamin" that she'd started secretly taking three months ago. The promised results hadn't appeared ...
I sat alone at table four, nursing a tray of lukewarm spinach that smelled like regret. Second week of sophomore year, and I'd already mastered the art of becoming invisible. Somet...
Maya's bedroom was command central for Operation Goldfish. Not that anyone knew. To her parents, she was just doing homework. To her crush, Sam, she didn't exist. But to her Instag...
Maya's curls were doing that thing again—half-frizz, half-definition, exactly zero control. She'd spent forty-five minutes with the diffuser, but her hair had other plans. "You're...
Maya felt like a zombie walking into Tyler's pool party. Social anxiety had that effect — like her brain had been harvested by some invisible parasite, leaving her moving through m...
My best friend Jessica and I had been practically attached at the hip since seventh grade, which made it absolutely devastating when she started sitting with the popular crowd at l...
Maya's vitamin gummies sat untouched on her nightstand, right next to her iPhone which kept lighting up with notifications she was too nervous to check. The group chat was probably...
Maya adjusted the oversized sun hat her grandmother had given her, feeling like a total weirdo. It was her first day at Northwood High, and she'd already managed to stand out for a...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool clutching her solo cup like it contained the antidote to social death. Which, technically, it might—someone had spiked the punch with enough **vi...
The fifth Monster Energy of the night sat on my desk like a glowing radioactive vitamin supplement. Three a.m. and I was basically a zombie, skull-deep in AP Euro notes that were s...