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Maya's ponytail had been tight enough to give her a headache for three straight years. Seventh grade to sophomore year, the same sleek wrap that said I'm serious, I'm focused, I'm ...
I've been running cross-country since seventh grade, but nothing prepared me for the way my heart hammered when I caught Marcus behind the bleachers. "You're not gonna tell anyone...
Jamie stood at the edge of the padel court, grip tight on her borrowed racquet. The cool autumn air bit at her exposed arms, but the real chill came from watching Chloe—the undispu...
The HDMI cable lay coiled like a dead snake on my floor—again. Third time this week. "You look like a zombie," Maya said, not looking up from her phone as she sprawled across my b...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, horrified. The hair dye box had promised "auburn waves," but her hair now looked like a rusted copper catastrophe. Senior prom...
Maya's iPhone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. Insta story from Jordan—her best friend since seventh grade, now suddenly too cool for biology lab partners. "You're not g...
Maya's older brother left them on the kitchen counter—those neon-orange vitamin gummies shaped like cartoon bears. She'd been sneaking them for weeks, convinced they'd transform he...
The fourth period bell barely registered. My brain felt like it had been replaced with cotton candy — fluffy, pink, and completely useless. Welcome to zombie mode, the natural stat...
Maya's palms were sweating—like, actually sweating—while she stared at the bottle of neon orange gummy vitamins on her kitchen counter. Her mom had bought them because 'growing tee...
The cafeteria social pyramid was as real as gravity, and Maya had been orbiting its middle layers since seventh grade. Today, though, she found herself at the apex—literally—squeez...
I hadn't planned to become part of Jordan's pyramid scheme sophomore year, but somehow there I was, sitting cross-legged on his basement carpet while he explained how we'd all be d...
The bonfire crackled against the midnight sky, sending sparks spiraling upward like tiny fireflies. I sat cross-legged in the sand, nursing a warm orange soda that had gone flat ho...