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Working at Tropical Smoothie Shack wasn't exactly #lifegoals, but Maya needed cash for the Olivia Rodrigo concert, and her bestie Jasmine's brother was the assistant manager. She'd...
Marcus stood before the Northwood High cafeteria, surveying his domain. The social pyramid was real, and he knew exactly where he sat—not at the apex with the varsity jacket crew, ...
Maya's iPhone died at 3:47 PM—right as Jace was typing something important. The three dots danced on her screen, then vanished into the digital void along with her remaining 12% ba...
Maya's mom was absolutely going to kill her. Like, actually murder her. The box said "Sunset Copper," but the mirror was showing full-on traffic-cone orange. And picture day was to...
I felt like a zombie. First week of sophomore year and I'd already pulled my first accidental all-nighter, doom-scrolling until 3 AM then staring at my ceiling until the alarm scre...
Maya's legs burned like she'd been running for days, though it had only been twenty minutes. Cross-country practice at Crestwood High was no joke, and Coach Martinez had them doing...
My life was basically one giant performance. At school, I was the chill girl who had it together. On Instagram, my aesthetic was carefully curated vibes only. But inside? I was dro...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The annual summer block party. Every cool kid from sophomore year was there, dripping wet and laughing like...
Maya dragged herself through fourth period like a actual zombie, three hours of sleep doing her absolutely no favors. The Friday announcements droned on about something, but her br...
Maya's stomach did full-on cartwheels when Jason slid into the seat beside her in third period. "Hey, you coming to the padel courts after school? Mia and Juan are gonna be there."...
Maya's bucket hat was basically attached to her head at this point. It was her armor, her comfort zone, her "sorry I'm socially awkward" in accessory form. So when Tyler—the absolu...
Marcus wiped his palms on his uniform shorts for the third time. The championship game. Bottom of the ninth. Bases loaded. "You got this, Fox," his teammate Jayden said, clapping ...