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The cafeteria social pyramid hovered over me like a cursed artifact from Ancient History class. Top tier: the TikTok-famous kids whose followers exceeded our school's entire popula...
The social pyramid at Lincoln High had Riley at the apex—cheer captain, straight-A overachiever,possessor of the most followers. I occupied somewhere near the base, possibly the fo...
Maya dragged herself into AP Bio feeling like a complete zombie. Three hours of sleep after her grandma's birthday party would do that to you. She slid into her usual seat, but som...
Maya's hair was a disaster. After three hours of attempting balloon curls for Tyler Anderson's party, she looked like a poodle that stuck a fork in an electrical socket. So she did...
Maya's legs burned as she rounded the track, her lungs screaming like they were auditioning for a horror movie. Cross-country practice wasn't supposed to be this brutal, but Coach ...
Maya felt like a **zombie** at Tyler's house party. Three hours of pretending to laugh at jokes she didn't understand would do that to a person. She stood by the snack table, feeli...
The Northwood High cafeteria hummed with whispered secrets and trays clattering. Maya slumped against the wall, feeling like she'd slipped to the bottom of the social pyramid overn...
Maya pulled her orange hoodie tighter, the color screaming 'look at me' when all she wanted was to disappear. Another Friday night stuck home while her Instagram feed exploded with...
The baseball field smelled like cut grass and awkward teenage desperation. I stood near the cable fence separating the bleachers from the field, nursing a warm soda and trying to l...
Leo's orange jersey hung in his locker like a ghost of who he used to be. Baseball season had ended, but somehow the expectations hadn't. At lunch, the varsity table was its own so...
Maya's thumbs hovered over her iPhone screen, heart racing as she tapped through Jade's private Instagram stories for the third time that night. She felt gross, honestly—spying on ...
4:30 AM practices will turn anyone into a zombie. I shuffled through the school's back entrance, chlorine permanently welded to my skin, brain barely functioning. Three years of co...