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Maya felt like a zombie walking through the halls of Northwood High—same routine, same fake smiles, same exhaustion from staying up until 3 AM scrolling through TikToks of people l...
Leo adjusted his borrowed padel racket, the grip slick with nervous sweat. Summer camp at the rec center had seemed like a good idea three weeks ago, but that was before he realize...
Maya's curls had declared mutiny. Again. The humidity at the country club hung thick as the judgment she felt from the girls on the other side of the pool—perfect, straight-haired ...
Leo's sneakers squeaked against the gym floor, his heart pounding harder than if he'd been running a marathon instead of standing frozen in the spotlight. The junior class play wen...
Marcus stood at the edge of the Hendersons' pool, clutching his phone like it might actually matter. The water glittered blue and inviting, but his stomach did that stupid flip thi...
The papaya sat on my lunch tray like a neon-orange accusation. AGAIN. Mom's been obsessed with 'exotic fruits' since her wellness influencer era started, and now I'm the weird kid ...
Maya's mom had dragged that ancient extension cable across three backyards just so we could blast her 'classic' 2000s playlist at full volume. It snaked through the grass like a ru...
Maya smoothed her vintage fox jacket—thrifted, obviously—and checked her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Junior year at Northwood High, and she was still trying to crack the soc...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping onto her iPhone screen, making the emoji keyboard glitch out. This wasn't even nervous sweat — this was full-blown existential c...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The annual end-of-school pool party. Every year, she found some excuse to skip it. Headache. Period cramps....
Maya felt like a straight-up **zombie** as she dragged herself through the hallway, still recovering from the homecoming dance weekend. Three hours of sleep will do that to you. He...
Maya's thumbs shook as she hovered over the livestream button on her cracked iPhone. This was it — her chance to finally sit at the popular table, if she could pull off the "wellne...