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Leo's survival strategy was simple: stay in the middle of the pyramid. Not at the top where the pressure crushed you, not at the bottom where you got ignored. Just float in that co...
Maya stood outside Jordan's house, clutching the Tupperware container like it was a grenade. Inside sat papaya chunks—exotic, sophisticated, definitely not something anyone actuall...
I felt like a zombie. Like, actually, technically, scientifically undead. Three hours of homework, two AP classes, and zero sleep would do that to a person. The bass thumped throug...
The bass thrummed through Maya's chest like a second heartbeat. Friday night at Tyler's house—everyone who was anyone would be here. Everyone except the real Maya, apparently. She'...
Maya's first week at Sunset Valley High, and she'd already memorized the social hierarchy better than her locker combination. At the bottom: freshmen with unorganized backpacks. At...
Maya's room felt like a prison sometimes. Not, like, actual jail, but the kind where everyone expects you to be someone you're not. Her phone buzzed — another group chat blowing up...
Maya walked through the halls of Northwood High feeling like a total zombie. Three hours of sleep will do that to you—thanks, calculus homework and overthinking every text she sent...
Maya's dad had been droning on about joining the baseball team for weeks. "It builds character, May! You'll thank me later!" Meanwhile, her Instagram feed was blowing up with every...
The first day of freshman year, I swore I'd stay invisible. But then Sophie Martinez asked if anyone wanted to play padel after school, and my traitor hand shot up like it had its ...
Maya's hair had betrayed her. Again. "It's supposed to be beach waves," she muttered at her bathroom mirror, where her curls had decided to channel more "frizzy electrocution vict...
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...