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Maya stared at the mirror, running her fingers through what used to be thick, glossy waves. Now her hair looked like she'd been electrocuted in a swimming pool—which wasn't far fro...
Maya stared at her phone, the Instagram story from Jordan's party burning into her retinas. Everyone was there. Everyone except her. "You're being dramatic," her mom called from t...
My hair was a disaster zone. Like, actually tragic. I'd begged Mom to let me get those curtain bangs everyone had on TikTok, but instead of effortless, I looked like a wet poodle. ...
The country club's social hierarchy was literally built like a pyramid. Eighth graders at the base, seniors at the top, and Leo stuck somewhere in the middle, trying to climb witho...
The party was already dead when Marcus arrived, fashionably late by accident rather than design. Rain slashed against the windows like nature was trying to crash this thing harder ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her Vitamin water like it was some kind of shield against social extinction. The backyard party was already in full swing—laughter ech...
Maya's goldfish had died that morning, which felt like a terrible omen for her first high school house party. Not that she'd admit that to anyone. She'd just posted on her story: "...
Maya's first day as a lifeguard at Splash Valley was supposed to be chill — just getting tan while getting paid, right? Wrong. The social hierarchy hit her harder than the diving b...
The first day of summer job at Willow Creek Country Club, I learned three things: chlorine burns your eyes, rich kids are terrifying, and I had no idea what padel even was. "You'r...
The pool party at Jenna's house was supposed to be the social event of the summer, but Maya was currently hiding behind a lounge chair, nursing a flat soda and regretting everythin...
Marcus adjusted his faded orange cap for the fiftieth time, sweat trickling down his temple. Tryouts. Again. Last year he'd been dead last in every drill—couldn't hit, couldn't cat...
Maya lived her life like a spy—always watching, never part of the action. Through her phone screen in the cafeteria, she documented the social hierarchy of Northwood High like it w...