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Maya's mom had started leaving those gummy **vitamin** packs on her nightstand—like, daily. As if citrus-flavored bears could fix freshman year self-esteem. Maya grabbed the bottle...
Chase's mom had shoved the bottle of neon orange gummy vitamins into his backpack with the usual lecture about 'growing boys needing their nutrients.' As if Vitamin C was gonna sav...
Maya's older brother Jordan was basically a tech god, which meant whenever the WiFi went down, the entire house turned into a digital apocalypse. "Maya!" Jordan yelled from his ga...
Maya's phone buzzed with the third text from Jake in ten minutes. *U coming?* She stared at her reflection—hair deliberately messy, outfit thrift-store chaotic, spinach stuck bet...
Jesse's vintage baseball cap sat pulled low over their eyes, a carefully curated fortress against the gymnasium lights. Prom 2026. The invitation had arrived via DM, not the mailbo...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time, staring at where Liam sat three tables away in the cafeteria. His orange baseball cap was ...
Maya felt like a total zombie as she dragged herself into Leo's backyard bash. She'd spent three hours getting ready, curling her hair until her arms hurt, trying on seven outfits ...
Maya's summer at the Glenwood Pool wasn't exactly the vibe she'd imagined. Sure, being a lifeguard sounded cinematic on paper—red swimsuit, zinc on her nose, whistle around her nec...
My hair had decided to stage a rebellion against gravity and common sense, frizzing out like I'd stuck my finger in an electrical socket. Which, obviously, was PERFECT for tonight—...
Maya stared at her reflection, horror-struck. The temporary hair dye promised "auburn vibes" but delivered something closer to what happened when you ate too much spinach. Her curl...
I walked into third period looking like something that had crawled out of a grave, which honestly wasn't far from the truth. Finals week had turned me into a certified zombie—three...
The pool deck hummed with that chaotic Friday energy that made Maya's chest tight. Everyone from sophomore year seemed to be there, except her kind of people. She clutched her phon...