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Maya's mom started dropping vitamin C packets into her backpack like they were contraband. "For your immune system," she'd whisper, conspiratorial. Because apparently starting soph...
Maya hadn't looked up from her iPhone since third period. Her thumb moved on autopilot, doomscrolling through posts that blurred together—perfect filtered lives, drama she didn't c...
Maya's phone buzzed on her nightstand at 2 AM, another notification from someone posting beach pics while she lay here overthinking everything. She groaned and buried her face in h...
Maya's phone was at 4% when the first crack of lightning split the sky outside Jordan's house party. Of course. The one night she needed to document everything—proof that she was a...
Maya dragged herself through the hallway feeling like a total zombie. Third consecutive all-nighter to finish her AP Euro project, and she was running on pure caffeine and spite. H...
The country club's social pyramid had Maya somewhere near the basement level—below the tennis kids, definitely below the golf squad, and barely visible to the influencers who ruled...
The social pyramid at Northwood High had actual tiers. Not metaphorical ones. I'd spent three years building a cozy little bunker at the bottom, content with my obscurity—until Jor...
Freshman year felt like walking through a minefield of social expectations. I'd spent two months perfecting my look—vintage oversized hoodie, the slightly crooked baseball hat that...
At 2:47 AM, I'm officially a **zombie**. Not the cool, brain-eating kind from movies, but the terrifying real version: a sixteen-year-old who hasn't slept since Friday because my e...
Maya dragged herself through first period, feeling like a total zombie. Three hours of sleep would do that to you. Mr. Harrison was rambling about Egypt, something about a pyramid,...
Maya's gaming cable setup looked like a tangled octopus had exploded behind her desk. Another Tuesday night, another failed attempt to become a streamer while her mom downstairs pr...
Marcus sat on the bench, cleats digging into the dugout floor while his teammates celebrated yet another victory. Coach had benched him again—third game in a row. Baseball had been...