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Maya's purple hair was supposed to be her armor. Instead, it was a neon sign screaming TRY HARD in a hallway of effortless cool. She ran her fingers through the frizzy mess, willin...
The chlorine hung thick in the humid August air as I hovered behind the concession stand, baseball cap pulled low. Technically I was supposed to be working the snack bar. Really, I...
Maya's palms were sweating—again. She gripped her phone tighter, practically broadcasting her nervous energy to anyone who cared to look. Not that anyone did. She was basically inv...
When my mom dropped me off at Uncle Ray's farm for the summer, I thought my life was officially over. No friends, no WiFi, and definitely no TikTok. I stood there in my oversized V...
The pool party roared like a beast I couldn't tame. I was seventeen and absolutely failing at being chill, hiding behind the outdoor bar mixing sodas I wasn't even drinking. My c...
Marcus stood in front of Valley High's ancient stone sphinx, its chipped wings casting shadows across the courtyard where he ate lunch alone. Again. "Nice hat, loser," called Jaxo...
Maya felt like a **zombie** as she dragged herself to the sports complex, hoodie pulled low over her eyes. Three hours of sleep would do that to you — thanks to that history paper ...
Maya's fingers flew across her **iPhone** screen, the blue light washing over her face in the darkened bedroom. Another Snapchat from Jordan—her best **friend** since third grade, ...
Max stood in front of his mirror, smoothing his shirt for the third time. The social pyramid at Northwood High was brutal, and he'd been sliding down its tiers ever since he'd move...
The humidity was absolute trash that July afternoon, the kind where even your airbrushed nails felt sweaty. Maya's texts had been ghosting me all week since the pool party incident...
My palms were sweating like I'd just run a marathon, which was ridiculous because I was only standing in Maya's doorway, clutching a bag of chips like it was a lifeline. This was i...
Maya's legs burned as she kept running, her cross country coach's voice echoing in her head: 'Pain is temporary, pride is forever.' Yeah, right. Pride didn't feel like her lungs we...