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Maya's first house party felt like a mistake before she even walked through the door. The bass was thumping so hard her chest vibrated with it. Someone had spilled something sticky...
I never thought my social life would end over a vegetable, a fish, and a furball, but here we are. Friday started LIT — Maya finally noticed me in chem class, actually laughed at ...
Maya's **hair** plastered to her face as she pulled herself from the community pool, chlorine stinging her eyes. Summer band practice meant she was stuck **swimming** through humid...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be my comeback moment. Freshman year had been basically a documentary on how to be invisible, but I was determined to start sophomor...
Maya's been hiding under this bucket **hat** since seventh grade. It's basically her personality at this point — oversized black beanie, pulled low like she's constantly dodging pa...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she thought she might literally dissolve. Like, her hands were practically dripping as she clutched the solo cup filled with lukewarm soda, standi...
Maya dragged herself through the cafeteria like a actual zombie, thanks to spending half the night scrolling through Leo's Instagram stories. Again. Her best friend Chen shook his ...
Marcus's palms were sweating again. Gross, clammy, uncomfortable — the universal sign of impending social disaster. "You good, bro?" Jordan asked, slapping him on the back. "You l...
Marcus found the faded orange cap in his closet, tucked behind a stack of old baseball cards. It had belonged to his dad—the same one his friend Tyler had accidentally thrown onto ...
Maya clutched the brim of her vintage bucket hat, the only thing keeping her sane at Jessica's end-of-year pool party. Everyone from sophomore year was there, looking perfect in th...
Marcus stared at the bottle of neon-orange vitamin supplements on his locker shelf. His dad had dropped them off that morning with a sticky note: "For the big game, son. Bulk up." ...
Maya's seventh period lunch table sat squarely at the bottom of the cafeteria pyramid—the freshman zone where seniors never glanced and Instagram stories went to die. She spent mos...