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The bathroom fluorescent hummed as I sectioned off my hair. Three in the morning, the only time the house was actually quiet. I'd ordered the bleach and dye online, used my savings...
Maya was literally running on fumes—three hours of sleep, a history test she definitely bombed, and now this. The notifications kept blowing up her phone. Arial's font getting smal...
Maya's iphone buzzed in her back pocket, AGAIN. She ignored it—probably another perfectly filtered photo from the beach party she'd bailed on. Instead, she was here: sitting on the...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be my comeback moment. Freshman year had been basically invisible, but sophomore year? That was gonna be different. I'd spent the m...
Maya's vintage beret felt like armor against the hallway onslaught of Northwood High. Junior year had transformed into a minefield of social currency, and her balance was running d...
Marcus adjusted his baseball cap for the fiftieth time, trying to look casual while his heart hammered like he'd just chugged three energy drinks. The brim cast a shadow over his f...
Mateo's brain felt like it had been running on zombie mode all week. Three hours of sleep, finals stress, and now this—Lila's graduation party. The kind where everyone looked perfe...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like armor. The sophomore class sprawled across lawn chairs and floated in neon noodles like some human soup. Social hierarc...
My hair was having a literal existential crisis — frizzing out like it had personally offended the humidity gods. I'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame it because Jason was f...
Maya felt like a **zombie** walking through the halls of Northwood High. Three hours of sleep after finishing that AP History paper would do that to you. The social **pyramid** of ...
Pool parties at the Hendersons' house were legendary, which was exactly why I'd spent the entire summer running from them. Try showing up to a backyard full of chlorine-slicked jun...
Maya's iPhone buzzed for the third time in two minutes. Another notification, another performance. She'd barely survived Kayla's party—standing in a corner, clutching a red Solo cu...