Palm Readings & Orange Cats
The gym was transformed for the Fall Fling, but honestly? It just smelled like desperation and too much body spray. "You're actually gonna do it?" Maya asked, side-eyeing me like ...
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The gym was transformed for the Fall Fling, but honestly? It just smelled like desperation and too much body spray. "You're actually gonna do it?" Maya asked, side-eyeing me like ...
Marcus stood at the plate, baseball bat trembling in his hands like it might suddenly decide to fly away. The entire freshman class was watching, and somewhere in the bleachers, Ri...
Maya's hands were literally shaking as she stared in the mirror. The purple dye disaster sitting on her head looked less "vibrant violet" and more like a zombie had chewed through ...
The invitation sat on my phone screen like a dare. Jessica's pool party. The Jessica who'd somehow transformed from quiet band kid to Instagram royalty over summer break. I stared ...
Maya pulled her hoodie tighter, feeling like a total imposter as she watched the popular crowd from her spot against the gym wall. Being sophomore class photographer came with perk...
Maya's dyed orange hair was supposed to be her statement piece for sophomore year. Instead, it had faded to a weird coral that made her look like a walking traffic cone. Great star...
My locker smelled like desperation and old gum. Three weeks into freshman year and I was still that kid—too quiet, too tall, too everything. "You gonna take that vitamin or what?"...
Maya positioned herself behind the concession stand, phone angled like a weapon. She wasn't technically spying on the popular crowd, but if anyone asked, she'd claim she was just d...
Maya's hair frizzed in the humidity as she stared at the pool reflection. Someone had posted the party on Instagram, and suddenly the whole grade was showing up. "You look fine," ...
Maya dragged herself out of the pool at 6 AM, **water** streaming down her face like she'd been crying for hours. Two weeks of swim camp and she already felt like a **zombie** — ar...
Maya's stomach did that familiar flip-flop thing whenever she walked past the senior quad at lunch—the social pyramid in full, terrifying display. At the apex: the varsity jacket c...
Maya's sphinx cat, Barnaby, blinked his wrinkly pink skin at her from where he was perched on her windowsill like a tiny hairless alien. She'd rescued him from a shelter last month...