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Maya's social life had been reduced to a tangled **cable** of connections that frayed more every day. After her friends ditched her for the popular crowd sophomore year, she'd beco...
Maya stood outside the community center, clutching her **padel** racket like it might explode. Three weeks into summer break, and her mom had already signed her up for lessons with...
Marcus slid into the cafeteria booth beside me, eyes glowing with that terrifying enthusiasm that usually meant bad decisions were incoming. Bro, you have to get in on this ground ...
The orange hair dye splattered all over my mom's pristine white bathroom tile, looking like a crime scene from a citrus murder investigation. My hands shook, not from the DIY dye j...
The pool party was in full swing, chlorine and expensive perfume mixing in the humidity. I stood by the snack table, nursing a lukewarm soda, watching Jordan—the human sphinx of ou...
Kai's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating—gross, clammy, the kind that makes you wipe your hands on your jeans three times before entering a room. And this wasn't just any...
I was basically a zombie all summer—pale from staying inside, eyes glazed from endless zombie movie marathons, moving through life like the undead. My social battery was at zero pe...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her red solo cup like a lifeline. The water shimmered blue and tempting under the patio lights, but she wasn't about to explain why sh...
Maya stared at her iPhone screen, the blue light illuminating her nervous face in the darkness of her bedroom. Three notifications from the group chat—all from Jordan. Everyone els...
My palms were sweating so much I could barely grip my phone. This was it—my first real high school party, and I was about to humiliate myself. "You got this, Maya," Zoë said, but ...
Maya's fingers looked like old orange peels. Fourth day of swim practice in a row, and the chlorine had already begun its slow digestion of her skin. She watched from the locker ro...
Maya stared at the gummy vitamin on her tongue, trying not to gag. Her mom had started this new phase where everything had to be "wellness-focused" — which apparently meant choking...