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Maya was already ten minutes late when she started running. Freshman year homecoming, and she was about to miss her first real date with Caleb—the cute junior who'd finally noticed...
Maya dragged herself through the hallway, feeling like a **zombie** after staying up until 3 AM scrolling through TikTok. Junior year was literally eating her alive. "Maya! Wait u...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his动员 bottle like a lifeline. The_padel courts shimmered behind him, where his sister Amelia was about to play in the regional final...
The pool deck smell—that mix of chlorine and cheap body spray—practically lived in my pores. I was doing laps at 6 AM again, my arms dragging through water like lead pipes, while m...
Maya stared at her iPhone, the screen illuminating her face in the darkened bedroom. Another notification. Another reminder that the social pyramid at Northwood High had placed her...
Maya pulled the brim of her dad's old baseball hat lower, trying to disappear into the bleachers. First day at Northwood High, and somehow she'd already agreed to join the padel te...
Maya's life was basically a conspiracy theory at this point. First, the entire freshman class knew she was secretly crushing on Rivera — which, rude, since she'd only told like two...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in the frizzy mess she'd spent two hours trying to tame. Prom was in three days, and her hair had apparently declared mutiny. "You'...
The sky burned orange above the football field as Maya leaned against the chain-link fence, watching the cheerleading pyramid wobble and collapse. Again. Coach Miller blew her whis...
Emilio hadn't slept properly in three days. Finals week will do that to you—turn you into something that shuffles through hallways, eyes half-lidded, brain operating at maybe 20% c...
The bathroom mirror reflected a stranger. Maya stared at her hair, now a screaming orange that made her look like a traffic cone. Her mom was going to lose it, but honestly? Maya w...
The fox started showing up on Tuesdays. I was sixteen, supposed to be packing for my mom's new place, but I kept getting distracted by the rusty-orange flash outside my window. A ...