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Maya's phone buzzed with another notification from the group chat—everyone posting about the party she'd bailed on. Again. She tossed it onto her comforter and kept pacing her room...
Maya's purple hair was already frizzing at the edges, and she'd only been at Jessica's pool party for twelve minutes. Worst. Idea. Ever. "Hey, new girl," some sophomore called out...
Maya dragged herself into third period like a zombie after staying up until 3 AM scrolling through Leo's Instagram. Again. Her palms were sweating so bad she could barely grip her ...
Marcus stood on the pitcher's mound, sweat trickling down his spine even though practice had ended twenty minutes ago. The varsity baseball team scattered toward the parking lot, c...
Maya felt like a zombie walking into the cafeteria, running on three hours of sleep because she'd been up until 2 AM scrolling through Kai's Instagram archive. Again. She was basic...
The black bear lumbered past, its massive paws silent against the pine needles. I froze, phone camera hovering halfway between my pocket and the darkness. At seventeen, I'd seen pl...
The worst thing about junior year isn't the AP classes or college apps stressing everyone out—it's that your hair decides to betray you at the worst possible moments. Like picture ...
Marcus's iphone buzzed against his thigh, but he couldn't check it—not with the baseball game tied at the bottom of the seventh. The whole student section was watching. Coach had f...
Marcus felt like a zombie — honestly, total walking dead energy — as he dragged himself toward the baseball diamond. Tryouts for varsity, and he'd spent all night doom-scrolling in...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her jeans—third time in two minutes—and tried to look chill. Across the cafeteria, Skylar and her squad were laughing at someth...
The field trip to the Metropolitan Museum was supposed to be chill—just me, Brianna, and Amani taking aesthetic pics for the feed while everyone else pretended to care about ancien...
Maya's hair had been its own entity since seventh grade—a voluminous, rebellious cloud that refused to be tamed by serum, prayer, or the expensive sulfate-free conditioner her mom ...