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Maya's hair looked like a science experiment gone wrong. The Pinterest post had promised "lustrous shine" from a spinach and avocado hair mask, but now her curls were basically a s...
Maya's first real memory from that summer: standing behind the counter at Fish & Chips Friday, absolutely zombified after staying up until 3am scrolling through Jake's Instagram. A...
Leo's plan was flawless, mostly. Step one: Impress Skylar, who was somehow both the baseball team's star shortstop and the person Leo had been staring at during lunch since Septem...
Maya's plan was simple: infiltrate the social pyramid at Northwood High and document every cringeworthy moment for her anonymous TikTok account. She called it The Catfish Code beca...
The orange locker stood out like a neon sign in the hallway of Jefferson High—my locker now, third day of being the new kid. I traced the chipped paint with my thumb, wondering how...
Maya's hair had been acting as her personal emotional barometer all summer. Now, poufy and defiant after the humidity, it practically screamed *I'm struggling here*. "You should t...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She gripped her lunch tray like it was a lifeline, which honestly, it kinda was. Today marked Day Three of sitting at the so-called popular table...
Marcus stood at the plate, his heart hammering like a drum solo. The North High Bears' mascot—a giant fuzzy head with dead eyes—loomed from the dugout, judging him. First varsity a...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even stepped through the gate. Jessica's annual end-of-summer pool party — the social event of the season, apparently. I adjusted my swimsuit str...
Maya's palms wouldn't stop sweating. She gripped the red Solo cup like her life depended on it, hyper-aware that everyone at Tyler's party could probably see her shaking. The house...
Maya's life had become a zombie apocalypse of the mind. Four hours of sleep, three AP classes, and zero social life would do that to a person. She trudged through sophomore year li...
The mechanical bull snorted steam into the sticky arcade air as Maya gripped the harness with white knuckles. This wasn't her scene—she was the girl who organized AP study groups, ...