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I looked like a traffic cone. A radioactive, neon orange traffic cone that had somehow gained consciousness and made terrible life choices at 2 AM. "You did WHAT?" Maya practicall...
Maya stared at her phone, thumb hovering over Jordan's profile picture for the third time today. This wasn't creepy. This was research. Totally normal fifteen-year-old behavior. "...
Marcus's palms were sweating so much he could practically water-ski on them. Standing behind the concession stand at Tyler's party, he watched Maya laugh at something Jake said — p...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, chlorine stinging his nose. This was his element—the water understood him in a way the world above never could. But tomorrow, he'd have to tra...
Marcus adjusted his beat-up baseball **hat** for the fiftieth time, trying to hide the disaster zone that was his **hair**. His cousin's attempt at giving him a "cool summer fade" ...
Maya's neon orange headband was practically screaming look at me. She regretted everything about this outfit—the matching orange skirt, the way her normally frizzy hair had been fl...
Maya felt like a **zombie** crawling through APUSH period sixth, brain leaking out her ears onto the DBQ essay about something something industrial revolution. Three hours of sleep...
Maya locked herself in the bathroom with three percent battery and zero percent confidence. The party downstairs thumped like a second heartbeat she couldn't escape. Staring at he...
The lightning struck right as Maya's mom dropped her off at Jordan's party, the sky cracking open like some dramatic movie opening. Maya checked her reflection in the phone camera—...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her papaya smoothie like a lifeline. The popular kids were all playing padel on the backyard court, laughing and sweating in that effo...
Maya decided that summer before sophomore year would be different. No more invisible girl in the back of class. She was going to become That Girl™ — the one who had her life togeth...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her jeans for the third time, staring at the group chat on her iPhone. Liam's invitation had been casual—"camping this weekend...