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The fox head stared back at me from the dressing room mirror, its plastic grin permanently stuck in ecstatic overdrive. I pulled it on, the familiar scent of sweat and industrial c...
The papaya sat on the counter like a radioactive egg, glowing in the harsh kitchen light. Maya stared at it like it had personally offended her existence. "You're actually gonna e...
Maya's secret wasn't that she was failing algebra. It wasn't that she had a hopeless crush on Alex from chemistry. Her secret was weirder: she could read palms. "Dude, are you act...
Maya felt like a literal zombie as she dragged herself toward Jordan's pool party. Junior year finals had turned her brain into mush, and the fact that she'd been up until 3 AM scr...
Maya's older brother's baseball practice wasn't exactly where she wanted to spend her Friday afternoon, but her mom had volunteered her for 'babysitting duty' since she was the onl...
I felt like a **zombie**. Three hours of sleep after binge-warning The Last of Us will do that to you. But Maya was going to be at Jake's pool party, and I was not about to miss my...
Maya adjusted her dad's old reading glasses—the essential disguise for her self-appointed mission as an unofficial spy at Northwood High. Her target: Tyler's birthday party invitat...
Marcus Chen's dad literally installs cable for a living, which might as well be a criminal offense in the social pyramid that constitutes Lincoln High. But today, Marcus had a plan...
Maya slumped in the cafeteria corner, pushing soggy **spinach** around her plate. Another lunch alone. Another day of feeling completely invisible at Northwood High. "Yo, Maya!" J...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, toes curling against the concrete. The June humidity clung to his skin like an unwanted second layer. This was it—Chloe's legendary pool party...
The bathroom mirror showed someone I barely recognized—staring back with freshly dyed orange hair that screamed 'notice me' while my introverted soul whispered 'please don't.' Thre...
Maya's stomach did that thing again—the twisty, awful feeling that happened whenever Jake glanced her way in AP Bio. Today, she'd decided, would be different. Today she'd actually ...