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Maya pulled the brim of her snapback lower, convinced it made her invisible. She'd been playing spy since seventh grade—watching, observing, never quite participating. The popular ...
Maya's reflection stared back like some ancient sphinx guarding the secrets of freshman year. She'd spent forty-five minutes on her hair — twisted into perfect waves that said 'I w...
Maya's crush sat exactly three **palm** trees away from her at Tyler's end-of-summer bash. The Hawaiian-shirted trees swayed over the **pool**, casting weird shadows on the water w...
Maya's hair had seen better days. After three hours of fighting with humidity and a straightening iron that had clearly given up on life, she looked like she'd stuck her finger in ...
Maya pressed her face against the window, her breath fogging the glass. Beyond the reflection of her own tired eyes, she could see him—Lucas—walking down the street, AirPods in, he...
The summer before sophomore year, I was basically a zombie. Not the cool, brain-eating kind from movies—more like the undead shell of a person who'd spent three months selling orga...
Marcus stood at the edge of the diving board, chlorine stinging his nose, toes curling against the rough surface. The popular kids were already in the water, their laughter bouncin...
The artificial palm tree leaned like it'd had one too many virgin margaritas, casting a weird shadow across the pool deck where I sat dramatically wondering if my entire social lif...
Maya's goldfish, Neptune, was her only co-conspirator. By day, Maya existed as a sleep-deprived zombie freshman, but after school, she operated as spy and publisher of "#SphinxTrut...
The orange neon sign buzzed above the bodega doorway, its flickering light painting everything in this weird electric glow. Maya stood outside, clutching a bag of chips like it was...
Maya's palms were literally sweating through her favorite ripped jeans as she stood outside Tyler's house. The Friday night party thumped with bass that vibrated all the way to the...
Standing in the corner of Jessica's crowded basement, nursing a flat Coke, I felt like a total zombie after finals week. My brain was mush, my social battery practically nonexisten...