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The cafeteria line moved at glacial speed, which gave Maya exactly three minutes to overthink everything. "You got spinach in your teeth," Jordan whispered, barely looking up from...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The Chandler's annual summer party. Every Instagram story for the past week had been hype-brutal pregame co...
Marcus stood at home plate, the baseball bat feeling like a telephone pole in his sweaty hands. The entire JV team was watching. Coach Miller, with his perpetually stained cap, nod...
Maya's iPhone pinged with the familiar discord notification sound—group chat going off again. She stared at her lock screen where her friends were planning weekend plans without he...
Maya's palms were sweating against her denim shorts. The vintage shop smelled like mothballs and her grandma's closet, but Cassie swore this was where the cool kids got their festi...
Maya dragged herself through the school hallway feeling like a total zombie. Three hours of sleep because Valorant ranked matches ran until 3 AM. Again. "You look dead, girl," chu...
Maya's palms were practically sweating through her grip on the padel racquet. She'd never played before—like, ever—and here she was, at the Riverside Country Club, being asked to j...
The cafeteria smelled like despair and tater tots. I stood paralyzed in front of the fruit station, clutching my tray like a lifeline. This was it—my chance to finally talk to Jami...
The spinach leaf was practically screaming at me from the front tooth. I'd been chatting with Lucas for five minutes—FIVE MINUTES—while a literal salad garnish decorated my smile l...
I felt like a zombie. Three AP classes, cross-country practice, and my mom's new Mary Kay pyramid scheme texts had turned my brain into mush. I'd been up since 5 AM, and now at 11:...
I felt like a **zombie** walking into Tyler's house party—three hours of sleep will do that to you. The entire week I'd been stressing about whether to show up, doom-scrolling thro...
Maya stared at her reflection, willing her hair to cooperate. The humidity had turned her carefully straightened strands into a frizzy halo around her head. Ugh, why did everything...