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Maya stared at the social pyramid that was Roosevelt High's cafeteria. Seniors at the top, then juniors, sophomores, and freshmen scattered like fallen debris at the base. She'd sp...
Maya's palms were sweating legit rivers as she leaned against the fake palm tree in Jake's backyard. First house party of freshman year, and she was already lowkey regretting comin...
I stood at the bottom of the cafeteria's social pyramid—again. Freshman year at Northwood High was basically a bear attack in slow motion. You either fought back or got mauled. "Y...
Maya's hair was supposed to be her glory. Her mom had finally let her get the layered cut she'd been begging for—Pinterest perfect, the kind that swished when you walked. But the s...
The lightning storm hit just as I won him—a goldfish with fins like orange flames, swimming circles in a plastic bag. Some carnival prize, right? My friends Jax and Maya were alrea...
I felt like a zombie dragging myself through third period, my brain foggy from staying up until 2 AM gaming. When the bell finally rang, I practically zombie-shuffled to the baseba...
Maya stood in center field, glove loose, barely registering the baseball arcing toward her. Another pop fly, another out, another Friday night wasted while everyone else was at Tyl...
Maya dragged herself through the front gate feeling like a straight-up zombie. Three hours of sleep because her TikTok doom-scroll had spiraled into a conspiracy theory rabbit hole...
The pool glow blue at Tyler's end-of-summer rager, and I'm seventeen kinds of not ready for this. Maya's already three shots in, laughing too loud with the varsity crowd, while I'm...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The Jacksons' annual summer bash raged behind her—laughter overlapping with bass-heavy music, the smell of ...
My palms were sweating like I'd just run a marathon. Which I hadn't. I'd just been standing here for twenty minutes, clutching this stupid solo cup like it was a lifeline. It was T...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in the frizzy orange mess that had exploded overnight. Great. The first house party of sophomore year, and her hair looked like a tr...