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Chloe's phone buzzed with another Insta story notification. *Stop cyber-stalking,* she told herself, but her thumb kept tapping through Maya's pool party highlights like a desperat...
The chlorine hit Maya's nose before she even saw it — the Thompsons' above-ground **pool**, shimmering blue in the July heat like something out of a movie she'd never been cool eno...
Maya felt like a straight-up zombie after finals week. Three days of surviving on nothing but energy drinks and panic would turn anyone into the walking dead. But here she was, Fri...
Maya's fingers knew the rhythm better than her own heartbeat—thumb-scroll, tap, double-tap, swipe. Her iphone had been her third arm since seventh grade, but somehow, this summer b...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, gripping her towel like a lifeline. The sophomore spring splash party. The kind of thing that seemed fun in theory but in practice felt like a s...
Maya stood before the bathroom mirror, staring at the disaster on her head. The box had promised "sun-kissed highlights," but her hair now looked like she'd stuck her head in a toa...
Maya adjusted her orange headband for the third time, feeling like a neon sign flashing I DON'T BELONG HERE. Welcome to freshman fall formal, where the social pyramid was painfully...
My phone buzzed on the bench — third Instagram notification in five minutes. I ignored it, focusing instead on the stupid **spinach** stuck in my braces. Smooth, Leo. Real smooth. ...
Maya spent the entire summer of fifteenth year feeling like a ghost in her own life. From her bedroom window, she'd watch the popular kids gather at the park across the street—Liam...
The water hit my skin like liquid silver, cutting through the humidity of another sleepless night. I'd been a total zombie all day after staying up until 3 AM doomscrolling through...
My hair was supposed to be sun-kissed caramel. Instead, I emerged from the bathroom looking like a carrot that had been left in the oven too long. "It'll wash out," my best friend ...
Maya's eighth grade year ended like a deflated balloon — all the hype of middle school graduation, then summer silence. She spent three weeks rotting in bed, doomscrolling through ...