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Maya stared at the social pyramid displayed on the whiteboard — Mr. Henderson's visual aid for their "social hierarchies" unit. Classic high school anthropology. She sat somewhere ...
I was operating on full zombie mode—three hours of sleep thanks to AP Euro crash studying—but Maya practically dragged me to Tyler's pool party anyway. "You need this," she insis...
Maya shuffled into third period US History feeling like a certified zombie. Three hours of sleep plus AP Euro flashback cards would do that to you. She slid into her seat beside Le...
Maya's hair had been doing this weird flippy thing since seventh grade, and today—of all days—it decided to rebel completely. She'd spent forty-five minutes with the flat iron, but...
Maya's stomach did flip-flops as she approached the orange cafeteria doors. She'd been spying on Tyler's squad for three weeks now, documenting their social hierarchy like an anthr...
Maya's mom swore that those chewy **vitamin** gummies would fix everything. Your GPA's tanking? Take a vitamin. Got cut from the team? Vitamin. Social life nonexistent? Have you tr...
Maya stared at the mirror, hands shaking. The haircut was supposed to be subtle layers—something to impress Jake at the homecoming dance. Instead, she looked like she'd stuck her f...
My trucker hat was practically glued to my head—lowest brim, maximum mystery. At least that's what I told myself while leaning against the chain-link fence, watching the **pool** p...
The county fair smelled like funnel cakes and desperation. My best friend Maria stood in front of the mechanical bull, arms crossed like she was negotiating a hostage situation. "...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her vitamin water like it was some kind of magical shield against awkwardness. The Jackson twins' house party was already in full swin...
My palms were sweating so bad I could practically water plants with them. Standing there at the edge of the padel court, watching the popular kids like they were some kind of ancie...
I felt like a straight-up zombie. Finals week had turned my brain into mush, and I was running on three hours of sleep and questionable amounts of caffeine. But here I was, standin...