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The first day of sophomore year, I accidentally turned my **hair** the color of a radioactive highlighter. I'd wanted subtle auburn highlights—something whispered-adjacent, not the...
The social pyramid at Northwood High had a definite structure, and Maya had spent freshman year firmly planted at its base. The padel court was neutral territory though—or so she'd...
Maya's iphone burned against her thigh, vibrating with what felt like the thousandth notification of the day. Another group chat blowup. Another meme she didn't understand. Another...
The pool party. The ultimate social minefield of sophomore year. Maya stood by the snack table, clutching her iphone like a lifeline, doomscrolling through TikToks she'd already se...
Maya stared at the cafeteria seating chart—literally a pyramid of social domination. Seniors at the apex, sophomores in the middle, freshmen scattered at the bottom like confetti a...
Maya's hands shook so hard she nearly dropped the bottle. The **vitamin** C supplements rattled against the plastic like tiny maraca players mocking her pre-audition jitters. Her b...
Maya's first week at Northwood High felt like walking through a maze she hadn't signed up for. Between finding her locker without looking like a total lost freshman and dodging the...
Maya's hair changed everything. One Monday she showed up with electric blue streaks, and suddenly the girl who'd sat three rows behind me in homeroom for two years was visible. Lik...
Jordan slumped against the chain-link fence, watching the baseball practice from the wrong side of the field. Again. His cousin's team had made regionals — big deal — while Jordan ...
Marcus stood at home plate, his cleats digging into the red dirt. The baseball game was tied, bottom of the ninth, and somehow everyone was watching HIM—the kid who usually struck ...
The snap of a twig broke through the bass-thumping from Malik's Bluetooth speaker. Maya froze, beer suspended halfway to her lips. Through the trees, a pair of amber eyes reflected...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even stepped onto the patio. Another Saturday, another pool party at Jessica's house where I'd spend three hours pretending to have fun while sec...