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Maya's phone buzzed in her pocket — third time in two minutes. Her best friend was blowing up her group chat with updates from Jake's party, the one everyone was going to. The one ...
The fox-red hair caught my eye first — Maya leaning against the chain-link fence, baseball cap backward, watching like she owned the place. My stomach did that annoying flip thing ...
My social life had become a pyramid scheme of exhaustion. At the top: the popular kids who somehow functioned on four hours of sleep and flawless highlighter. At the bottom: me, st...
Maya's mom had spent forty-five minutes flat-ironing her hair before the party, and now it was probably frizzing into a halo around her head. Great. Just great. The summer bash at...
Maya's palms were sweating as she stood outside Tyler's house. This was it — her first real high school party. Not some awkward middle school dance in the gym, but an actual Friday...
Maya's almond milk latte was practically a lifestyle accessory until Jasper showed up with his mason jar of sludge. "Trust me," he said, sliding into the cafeteria booth like he o...
The vitamin shop smelled like artificial strawberry and desperation. I was three weeks into my first real job, wearing a polo shirt two sizes too big, explaining the difference bet...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, running her fingers through the bright blue hair she'd dyed at 2 AM the night before. It was supposed to be a subtle change—so...
Maya's calves burned as she rounded the track for the third time, sweat slicking her **palm** against the stopwatch. Cross country tryouts at Roosevelt High weren't supposed to fee...
Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, her racket feeling like a foreign object in her sweaty grip. The new kid, what was his name? Leo—leaned against the glass wall, looking e...
The coaxial **cable** dangling from my bedroom wall had been dead for months, ever since my parents cut the TV subscription to "save money" (translation: to stop me from rotting my...
Maya's iphone buzzed for the third time in two minutes. Group chat exploding, of course. Everyone at school would be at Tyler's party tonight—everyone except her, apparently. The n...