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Maya's vintage bucket hat — the beige thrift-store one with the slight stain — was basically her security blanket. Wearing it on the first day of band camp was her way of signaling...
Maya's lungs burned as she sprinted down the hallway, clutching her backpack like it contained something illegal. Which, technically, it did. "Running late again?" Jake called fro...
The Thursday before sophomore year, my life became a complete disaster. I'd spent all summer curating the perfect aesthetic—vintage band tees, intentional messiness, the kind of ef...
The papaya sat on Maya's cafeteria tray like some exotic judgment—a neon-orange alien fruit among the safety of her usual routine. "Dude, you're actually gonna eat that?" Leo aske...
My hair looked like a literal poodle had exploded on my head. Homecoming was in four hours and I was spiraling. "You're being dramatic," said Chloe, sprawled across my bed like sh...
Maya's sixth period had that specific energy that only happens when someone's phone buzzes at the wrong time. Everyone froze. Mr. Harrison paused his lecture on ancient Egypt. The ...
Maya stared at the bathroom mirror, her hair a gravity-defying explosion of frizz. The bathroom window rattled as thunder rolled through the sky outside, because OF COURSE there wo...
The summer after sophomore year, I learned two things: one, the social hierarchy at Carson's pool party was a pyramid, and two, I was definitely at the bottom. "Dude, you look lik...
The orange slice floated in the pool water like a tiny sun, abandoned by someone's drink. I watched it drift, mesmerized, while the chaotic noise of Tyler's birthday party swirled ...
My hair was supposed to be blonde. That's what my mom said when she freaked out at 7 AM before school. Instead, it was a vibrant, screaming orange that practically glowed under the...
Maya stared at the glass bowl on her nightstand. Inside, Fin the goldfish darted between plastic neon plants, oblivious to the fact that his owner's life was basically imploding. ...
Marcus dragged himself into homeroom feeling like a straight-up zombie. Three hours of doom-scrolling on his phone, another two binge-watching that new cable show everyone was hypi...