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The summer party was exactly where I didn't want to be. I stood by the snack table, feeling like a zombie—socially dead, moving through motions, zero personality online or off. My ...
Maya lay in darkness at 2 AM, the blue glow of her iPhone illuminating her face like a ghostly spotlight. She'd been doing it again — spying on Chloe's Instagram stories. They use...
Maya smoothed her frizzy hair for the third time, standing frozen at the edge of the pool party where half the sophomore class seemed to be congregating. The popular girls—Kayla, B...
Maya's frizzy hair refused to cooperate,defying the humidity and her mother's expensive conditioner. She yanked her orange mesh cap lower, practically hiding, which was ridiculous ...
Maya dragged herself through the front door feeling straight-up **zombie** mode activated. Three hours of sleep before finals week will do that to you. Her phone buzzed — group cha...
My nickname was Fox – supposedly because I was sneaky, clever, quick. Truth was, I was just anxious enough to notice everything and scared enough to dodge trouble. Which was exactl...
Maya stood by the kitchen island, clutching her red solo cup like it was a lifeline. Jackson Miller's house party raged around her — bass thumping, people grinding, someone definit...
I felt like a zombie. Not the cool, TV-show kind with awesome makeup and dramatic storylines. I mean the dead-inside, can't-feel-my-face, finals-week kind that comes from staying u...
Jamie's shift at the country club pool was supposed to be chill—just scrolling through Instagram during her break, maybe finally texting back Tyler. But then she saw it: a photo on...
The country club pool shimmered like liquid diamonds, and Maya's stomach did backflips. The invitation from Jake Anderson—yes, THE Jake Anderson, whose abs had their own Instagram...
My palms were sweating so much I could've watered a plant. Classic. "Dude, you good?" Marcus asked, already knowing I wasn't. We were at Jessica's house party—the kind where ever...
The bathroom mirror showed someone I didn't recognize yet. Someone with bright orange hair, the kind of color that screamed *look at me* even when I wanted to disappear. Three hour...