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Maya adjusted the brim of her dad's old fedora, pulling it low over her eyes. It was her armor—the hat that made her invisible-ish at school, the girl who watched everything but sa...
Maya's hair was supposed to be galaxy purple. Instead, it looked like a grape had exploded on her head. "You look like a vampire who just woke up at 2 PM," said Jaden, leaning aga...
The swimming pool at Jason's end-of-summer bash looked like something out of a movie, which was unfortunate because I felt like the awkward extra who'd wandered onto set by mistake...
My beanie was basically my security blanket freshman year. Pull it down, eyes hidden, problems invisible. But today in third period English, Mr. Harrison dropped the ancient Egypt ...
The countdown to summer felt like watching my life drain away, zombie-style. AP finals had turned me into a creature that shuffled through hallways, surviving on vending machine sn...
Maya's phone buzzed for the third time in two minutes. Another Snapchat notification. Another thing she had to check. Another moment of her goldfish attention span flipping to the ...
Maya's legs burned as she kept running, pavement blurring beneath her sneakers. 2:47 AM. Her phone buzzed again in her pocket — probably the group chat blowing up about Jordan's po...
Marcus felt like a zombie. Not the cool Netflix kind—the sad, shuffle-through-the-halls, eyes-glazed-over kind that came from staying up until 3 AM scrolling through everyone else'...
I shuffled into third period feeling like a complete zombie. Three hours of sleep will do that to you. Between the baseball playoffs, AP history prep, and Maya's texts keeping me u...
Freshman year. I was running on fumes and desperation, trying to crack the code of Northwood High's social hierarchy before it crushed me completely. "You gotta start somewhere," ...
The pool water shimmered like crushed diamonds in the July heat, but Maya sat on the edge, legs dangling in the water, phone in hand. The screen showed her text to Jordan—*read 4 h...
Maya's heart hammered against her ribs as she stood outside Jordan's house. The thumping bass vibrated through the door. This was it — her first real high school party. Her hand ti...