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Maya checked her iphone for the third time in two minutes. Nothing. No texts, no snaps, no sign that she existed in the social ecosystem of Westwood High. "You're literally gonna ...
Maya's cat, Pancake, decided 2:47 AM on a school night was the perfect time to reenacted his inner tiger. He knocked over the soldering iron, sent the cable box flying, and somehow...
The padel court at the rec center was basically church for every popular kid at Northwood High. And me? I was definitely not in the congregation. "You're doing it again," Jordan s...
Maya wasn't exactly lowkey about her crush situation. Every Tuesday and Thursday, she'd "accidentally" walk past the padel courts at the rec center, supposedly checking her phone b...
Maddie's new haircut made everyone stare. Fire-engine orange, the kind of color that screamed I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK even though she cared too much. "Little fox," her mom had ...
The Miller's **pool** party. The social event of the freshman year. Everyone who's anyone would be there, including Jason Chen, who I'd been lowkey obsessed with since August. I s...
I felt like a literal goldfish floating through sophomore year—invisible, three-second memory span, constantly swimming against the current of high school hierarchy. "Dude, you're...
Riley's beanie was practically surgically attached to her head at this point. Junior year. Third week. And she was still rocking the "I cut my own bangs with kitchen scissors" look...
Maya's iPhone buzzed against her nightstand at 2 AM, the screen illuminating her room with that familiar ghost-blue glow. Another notification. Another someone from sophomore year ...
Jordan's fedora sat perched on his head like a desperate cry for individuality, or possibly a cry for help. His friends had warned him—repeatedly—that the hat was giving major "I g...
My lucky fedora sat crushed at the bottom of my locker, a victim of sophomore year physics. I retrieved it, dusted off the lint, and placed it carefully on my head. The Hat. My con...
Maya felt like a zombie. AP Bio calc exam, two hours of sleep, and her parents asking about college applications at 7 AM would do that to anyone. She grabbed her iPhone off the nig...