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Maya pulled her snapback down lower, brim shadowing eyes already lined with too much nervous energy. Tonight was it — Jordan's party, the one everyone would be snapchatting about f...
Maya stared at the bathroom mirror, willing her hair to somehow un-frizz itself. Third day post-breakup, and her hair had decided to stage its own personal rebellion—like, how was ...
Maya's cat Lucifer sat on her bed, judging her outfit choice with those yellow eyes that said everything without speaking a word. "You're one to talk," she muttered, adjusting the...
Maya's hair had a personality of its own — a wild brown explosion that defied brushes, conditioner, and the cruel humidity of suburban Indiana. At sixteen, she'd already accepted t...
Maya's phone buzzed against her nightstand at 11:47 PM. Another Instagram story from Jayden—him and his friends at that boba place she'd been wanting to try. She'd been low-key cyb...
Jordan squeezed into the bear costume, the synthetic fur already making them sweat. Friday night football games weren't exactly their vibe—more like daily anxiety attacks—but senio...
I started taking a vitamin C supplement every morning at exactly 7:03 AM because my older brother Jordan said it would help with 'stress and stuff' before he left for college. Now ...
Marcus's fedora wasn't just a hat—it was his entire personality. Since transferring to Northwood High three weeks ago, he'd worn it everywhere: through the cafeteria's questionable...
Maya's vintage **hat** collection usually stayed safely in her closet, but tonight was different. Tonight was Jordan's party—the one everyone had been hyping up all week on Snap—an...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, fingers gripping his phone like a lifeline. The sophomore spring fling. Every single person from school was here, splashing around in that spa...
Marcus adjusted his fitted hat for the third time, brim backwards like he thought the cool kids wore it. His palms were sweating. This was it—Jessica's party. The one everyone woul...
I felt like a straight-up zombie walking into third period AP Bio. Two weeks of baseball tryouts at the crack of dawn will do that to you. Coach Davis had us running wind sprints u...