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The social hierarchy at Westwood High operated like a pyramid—me and the other theater kids at the wide base, varsity athletes forming the prestigious upper tier, and at the very a...
I pushed through the crowded hallway, dodging sophomore zombies glued to their phones, their dead eyes scrolling TikToks at lightning speed. Another typical Monday at Creekwood Hig...
Maya stared at her phone, thumbs hovering over the keypad. Pool party. Saturday. Everyone's gonna be there. The invite from Jordan, the junior whose smile made your stomach do that...
My first week at Save-More gave me three things: a paycheck (finally), the employee discount on Takis, and a newfound hatred for papayas. The produce section was supposed to be eas...
Maya stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, adjusting the brim of her dad's vintage fedora for the hundredth time. It was stupid, really—wearing a hat to dinner just because her...
Maya's brain felt like a zombie's—fried, slow, barely functioning after three hours of SAT prep. But here she was, leaning against the tiled wall of Tyler's backyard pool party, cl...
Maya's curls had become a frizz disaster by noon, the humidity absolutely destroying the sleek look she'd spent forty-five minutes perfecting. At Tyler's pool party, everyone looke...
Maya stared at her phone, thumb hovering over Jake's Instagram story for the third time today. She was basically a professional spy at this point, tracking his every move from the ...
The air smelled like deep-fried everything and desperation. Another Friday night at the county fair, and here I was, trailing behind my friends like a lost **zombie**—sleep-deprive...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even stepped through the gate. Summer pool party at Jordan's house — mandatory social event of the season, apparently. I tugged at my frizzy **ha...
Maya's hair was supposed to be the night's protagonist. She'd spent two hours with the curling iron, crafting beach waves that said effortless beauty but actually screamed I tried ...
Maya pulled the brim of her dad's old fedora low over her eyes, effectively vanishing from existence. This was her Hat Defense Protocol — level five. Level one was avoiding eye con...