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I walked into third period feeling like a **zombie**—thanks to Maya's three-hour Instagram voice note saga about whether Tyler actually looked at her story or just scrolled past it...
The invitation said 'pool party' but Maya's brain heard 'social execution.' Standing at the edge of the Reynolds' backyard, clutching a lukewarm orange soda like it was a life raft...
The vitamin gummies were supposed to be my mom's way of ensuring I didn't, like, literally die during summer camp. But staring at the bottle now, jammed into my backpack beside my ...
The country club felt like a different planet, and I was definitely the alien. Mom's new husband had pulled strings to get us a summer membership, which meant I was stuck watching ...
Maya smoothed down her dress for the tenth time, her reflection staring back with those sharp, winged eyeliner flicks she'd practiced all week. The fox-eye look was trending on Tik...
The social hierarchy at Westwood High operated like a pyramid—athletes and popular kids at the top, everyone else crushed beneath their weight somewhere in the middle. Then there w...
Maya's **hair** still smelled like chlorine from morning **swimming** practice as she slumped into third-period English. She was a literal **zombie** — 5 AM practices will do that ...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, chlorine stinging his nose, clutching the most ridiculous fruit anyone had ever brought to a party. His sister Maya had dared him—actually, do...
The problem with being the new girl at Crestwood Country Club wasn't the polo shirts or the weird unspoken rule about never mentioning your dad's job. It was padel. "You're coming...
Maya stared at the cafeteria tray like it was radioactive. Freshman year was already giving off major 'I don't belong here' energy, and this? This was a whole new level of social s...
The first time I saw the pyramid, it was just a bunch of red Solo cups stacked by the diving board at Miller's pool. Kyle—the senior who threw parties that made everyone's weekend—...
The problem with being fifteen is that everyone expects you to know how to exist in rooms without immediately calculating all available exits. I was standing at the deep end of Chl...