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Maya's older cousin Kayla had *the* idea. A total game-changer for Maya's social status going into freshman year. "It's not a pyramid scheme," Kayla insisted, flipping her perfect...
Leo moved through the hallway like a zombie, which honestly wasn't far from the truth. Three hours of sleep combined with AP Euro cramming would do that to you. His hoodie read "BE...
Maya's hands were definitely too small for padel. She stared at her palms during third period, comparing them to Sarah's across the aisle. Sarah's hands looked like they could crus...
Maya's hair had reached DEFCON 1 levels of chaos. She'd attempted those TikTok curls everyone was doing, but instead of bouncy perfection, she looked like a poodle that survived a ...
I'd been wearing the same beat-up baseball cap for three months straight. It was my security blanket, my "I'm totally fine with my frizzy, impossible hair" lie. The hair that refus...
The party was already lit when Maya arrived, clutching her prize like a lifeline. The goldfish in its plastic bag swam nervously, just like her stomach. "You brought a fish?" Leo ...
My so-called best friend Maya had been acting sus all week. Every day after school, she'd disappear with some lame excuse about helping her mom or studying. But I knew something wa...
I was basically a zombie by sixth period on Friday. Three tests, a presentation I'd forgotten to prep for, and my phone had died before lunch. I was so done. Then I saw Bear. Oka...
Maya stood by the edge of the pool, clutching her red solo cup like it was a lifeline. The water shimmered under the string lights, reflecting the chaos of what was supposed to be ...
Maya leaned against the counter at Pet Palace, scrolling through her phone while Mrs. Chen's golden retriever, Buster, attempted to inhale an entire display of rawhide bones. This ...
Maya dragged herself through third period feeling like a straight-up zombie. Three AP classes, two hours of sleep, and now Ms. Henderson was pacing by the whiteboard like some anci...
The fluorescent **orange** Cheetos dust stained Marcus's fingers like a crime scene. Again. He wiped his hands on his already-stained jeans and stared at the carnival **goldfish** ...