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Lena's thumbs shook as she refreshed Instagram for the thousandth time. There it was — Maya's papaya selfie from the beach party, glowing with that filter Lena could never master. ...
Maya's vegan phase lasted exactly three days — right up until the spinach incident. She'd been trying to reinvent herself all summer before junior year, pivoting from theater kid t...
Marcus stood at the plate, baseball bat trembling like his hands always did when the count was full. Two outs, bottom of the ninth, and his varsity debut hanging by a thread. The e...
Maya's iPhone buzzed against her thigh—again. Third missed text from Taylor since lunch. Whatever. She wasn't desperate. Definitely not checking her screen every thirty seconds lik...
Maya's first week at Ridgefield High had been going smoothly until she literally ran into Barnaby the Bull. The school mascot—currently senior basketball player Jake—had been pran...
The bathroom mirror reflected a version of me I didn't recognize—staring back with **orange** hair that looked like a traffic cone exploded on my head. I'd thought DIY color would ...
Maya pressed her phone against her chest like a secret. For three weeks, she'd been playing spy—checking Jordan's Instagram stories the second they dropped, tracking his hours onli...
Maya smoothed her bikini bottom for the hundredth time, clutching her iPhone like a lifeline. The Carson twins' annual pool party was social suicide or glory—no in-between. Their b...
Maya stared at the ceiling, phone glowing against her face at 2 AM. The group chat was blowing up—again. "U guys see Jake's post?" "Total pyramid scheme fr" "My cousin tried those...
6:00 AM. The alarm blares like a dying robot and I drag myself out of bed, feeling like a straight-up zombie. Junior year is literally killing me slowly — AP Physics, college appli...
Tyler leaned against the chain-link fence, watching his best friend since kindergarten climb onto the mechanical bull. The fairgrounds buzzed with Friday night energy—cotton candy ...
My mom shook me awake at 5:45 AM like she does every single morning during cross country season, shoving some weird **vitamin** supplement at me and lecturing about how I need to '...