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Maya's dad called her the Sphinx of 7th period. "Riddle me this," he'd joke, "what teenager knows everything but speaks nothing?" She hated it. But he wasn't wrong. At lunch, Naom...
Maya stood at the edge of the gym, clutching her dad's oversized fedora like a security blanket. Homecoming. Freshman year. The whole night felt like some elaborate pyramid scheme ...
Maya's mom held out the neon orange gummy like it was poisoned. "Vitamin D. You're literally becoming a vampire with all this indoor time." Maya grabbed it and choked it down, alre...
Maya felt like a zombie. Three hours of sleep and a whole lot of overthinking would do that to you. She stood at the edge of Jake's backyard party, nursing a lukewarm soda while ev...
Maya's lungs burned as she sprinted down the hallway, the bell about to ring. Running to third period cardio wasn't how she'd planned to start her freshman year, but here she was—l...
The pool water shimmered like crushed diamonds under the party lights, but Maya stood at the edge, toes curled against the concrete. This wasn't just any house party — this was Jax...
The pool lights glimmered across Tyler's backyard like broken stars, casting everything in that weird blue glow that makes everyone look either terrible or Instagram-perfect. I was...
The baseball stadium lights flickered on as the sun dipped behind the bleachers, painting everything in shades of burning orange. I sat sandwiched between Jordan and her annoying l...
Maya's life existed in 6-inch glowing rectangles. Her iPhone tracked everything: her step count, her streaks, her carefully curated aesthetic feed. At fifteen, she'd mastered the a...
Maya's hair was supposed to be her crowning glory this summer. Instead, the cheap dye had turned it a splotchy orange-green disaster, thanks to her older sister's "totally foolproo...
The padel court smelled like teenage desperation and expensive deodorant. Maya stood at the baseline, racket gripped so tight her knuckles matched the white walls. This was suppose...
Leo stood in front of the mirror, practicing his line. "Hey Emma, wanna—" No, that sounded dumb. "Emma, I was—" Ugh, worse. His mom's voice cut through his door. "Leo! Come eat yo...