The Pool Party Pyramid
The invitation said 'pool party' but everyone knew it was really a social hierarchy test. Maya stood by the edge of the infinity pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. She'd on...
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The invitation said 'pool party' but everyone knew it was really a social hierarchy test. Maya stood by the edge of the infinity pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. She'd on...
Maya's thumbs flew across her iPhone screen, sweat slick on the glass as she typed out the text she'd been drafting for twenty minutes. Hey, want to hang after padel practice? She...
I felt like a total spy, crouched behind the fake palm tree by the concession stand, watching Jake from AP Bio cannonball into the deep end. My phone buzzed – three texts from Maya...
Maya stared at the gummy vitamin choker around her neck, wondering why she'd thought it was fashion-forward. The neon orange letters spelled GROUNDED—a permanent reminder of the wo...
Maya stood at the edge of the resort pool, clutching her papaya smoothie like it was a life raft. The popular crowd—the undisputed peak of the high school social pyramid—lounged on...
My iphone died at 3:47 PM exactly three minutes before Jordan walked onto the padel court. Of course. The universe has terrible timing. "You ready to get destroyed?" Jordan grinne...
Maya lowkey hated the cafeteria pyramid. You know the one — varsity football at the top, then the popular crowd, then the normal kids, then everyone else trying not to get roasted....
Maya crushed another vitamin C gummy between her teeth, the sour burst matching the knot in her stomach. First day at Northwood High, and she already felt like an imposter. The caf...
The spinach in my braces was basically a social emergency. I'd been hiding in the bathroom at Maya's birthday party for ten minutes, trying to pick my teeth clean with a paperclip,...
The chlorine from the pool water still clung to my skin as I ducked into the kitchen, my heart doing that stupid fluttery thing it always did around Jordan. Three weeks of crushing...
I was the designated spy of our friend group—the one who scrolled through eight months of someone's Instagram to find out who they were hanging out with last Friday, the one who sp...
Maya stood at the edge of the lake, clutching her iphone like a lifeline. The screen glowed with sixteen notifications from the group chat – everyone asking where she was. 'Coming,...