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Maya's hair refused to cooperate. It was junior prom, and her normally frizzy curls had decided to stage a rebellion. She'd spent two hours trying to tame them into something resem...
Maya stared into the bathroom mirror, her frizzy hair refusing to cooperate despite three different products and twenty minutes of aggressive brushing. Tonight was the night—the pa...
I'd been operating on three hours of sleep and what felt like zero actual brain function, moving through first period like a literal zombie. The fluorescent lights hummed their usu...
Marcus felt like a zombie. Third period AP History, Mr. Henderson droning on about the Industrial Revolution, and he'd stayed up until 3 AM grinding ranked matches. His eyelids wer...
My palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping. I wiped them on my jeans for the third time, probably leaving gross streaks, but whatever. The house party was already peak chaos....
The July air was thick enough to chew. Maya stood at the edge of the rec center pool, her chlorine-stained hair plastered to her forehead like she'd just survived a natural disaste...
The party was already lit when Maya arrived, clutching her solo cup like it was some kind of shield. The kitchen thumped with bass that vibrated in her chest, and everywhere she lo...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stared at her phone screen. Pool party at Jake's house. 3 PM. This was it — her chance to finally make a move, but also potentially the most emb...
Maya tugged at her fox ears, feeling ridiculous. She'd spent three hours on this costume—copper-orange crop top, a tail that actually wagged when she walked—but now that she was ac...
Maya stared at the disaster that was her bedroom floor. Empty energy drink cans formed a chaotic **pyramid** on her desk, a monument to last night's study session gone wrong. Her p...
Maya was running late for third period when she saw it—the ancient sphinx statue that had sat in the school courtyard forever, now wearing a neon pink Post-it note on its stone for...
Maya's hands shook as she stared at herself in the mirror. The orange bikini looked bright against her brown skin, but would it be too much? What if everyone else wore one-pieces? ...