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Maya's hair was orange — not the careful, Instagram-filtered orange, but the frantic,瓶-dyed orange of someone who'd made an impulsive decision at 2 AM during an existential crisis....
Maya pressed her forehead against the cool glass of her iPhone screen, watching the party unfold through stories and posts she wasn't in. She felt like a zombie going through the m...
Maya's iPhone buzzed for the third time in two minutes. Another group chat blowing up about something that definitely wasn't that deep. She scrolled past notifications like they we...
Maya pulled her dad's faded fedora down lower. The hat had been her armor since seventh grade, when someone pointed out her forehead was "sorta shiny." Now a junior, she still woul...
The social pyramid at Lincoln High was as rigid as geometry class. At the top sat the swim team gods, ruling from their chlorine-scented throne. At the bottom? Me, Marcus, who some...
Maya's first day at Bridgeport High started with a spinach disaster. She'd packed what she thought was a sophisticated lunch—her mom's homemade tropical salad with fresh papaya, gr...
I stood at home plate, bat trembling in my hands like it weighed fifty pounds. The crowd noise faded to static. I hadn't slept in three days—finals, college applications, my mom's ...
The cable behind my desk had been fraying for weeks, little copper hairs sticking out like my own nerves after finals week. I lived my life like a spy—watching from the edges, cata...
The first day of sophomore year, and I'm already assigned a goldfish. Not the literal kind with googly eyes and a bowl, but Jordan - the designated freshman buddy I have to mentor ...
Maya felt like a straight-up zombie after finals week. Three hours of sleep each night will do that to you. Her brain was mush, her eyes burned, and her social battery was hovering...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be chill, but my social battery was already at 3% by the time I arrived. I hid near the snack table, pretending to be fascinated by ...
The summer before junior year, I learned that sometimes your most embarrassing moments become your best stories. I was at Tyler's lake house—the kind of party where everyone prete...