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Maya's social life had a clear structure: a pyramid. At the top sat the popular kids—perfect hair, perfect laughs, perfect everything. In the middle floated the normals, and somewh...
The first day of sophomore year, I walked into Central High feeling like a straight-up **zombie**. Thanks to my 3 AM spiral about whether high school would actually matter in twent...
The papaya lip gloss was supposed to be my armor. Summer's hottest shade, TikTok guaranteed it would make me look confident, like someone who belonged at Jordan's pool party. Inste...
Maya's thumbs hovered over her screen, heart racing like she'd just chugged three energy drinks. She was livestreaming from Sarah's birthday party—her first time going live, and ho...
Maya stood outside the house, gripping her iPhone like a lifeline. The bass from inside thumped against her chest. She could see flashlights of Snapchat stories being recorded thro...
Maya smoothed the front of her employee polo, her palm sweating against the cheap fabric. Three weeks into sophomore year at Canyon Creek High, and she was still dead last on the s...
Maya stared at her phone screen, thumb hovering over Kai's contact. They'd been flirting in AP Chem for weeks, but the school's social pyramid made everything complicated. Kai was ...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool deck, fingers gripping the brim of his lucky hat like it was a lifeline. The same flat-brimmed cap he'd worn through every awkward moment of fr...
Everyone else made it look effortless. The way they cannonballed into the pool without hesitation, came up sputtering and laughing, like belonging was as easy as holding your breat...
The ethernet cable was supposed to be invisible. That was the plan. Run it along the baseboard, tuck it behind the bed, boom — instant connection to the world outside my bedroom wh...
The bathroom mirror reflected everything I didn't want to see: my oversized hoodie, my messy bun, and behind me, looking over my shoulder like a weird little gremlin – Cornflake, m...
I was basically a professional social media stalker at this point. My thumb had developed muscle memory from all the digital spying—three taps, double tap, hold. Maya's Instagram s...