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The summer before sophomore year, I decided to reinvent myself. New haircut, new vibe, new Leo who didn't care about sitting alone at lunch. Until my mom's golden retriever, Buster...
The bear head smelled like sophomore year and regret. Probably because the last person to wear this mascot costume was literally a sophomore, and my entire life right now was basic...
Maya adjusted her hoodie, pulling the strings tight until she looked like a suspicious blob. That was the point. In the cafeteria social pyramid, she'd successfully positioned hers...
The summer I turned sixteen, I thought I owned the padel court. Every morning at 8 AM, I'd be there, practicing my serves until my arm felt like jelly. Why? Because Maya Chen watch...
Maya's hair had declared war on her. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame it, but the humidity had other plans. Now she stood at the edge of Jessica's backyard party, feel...
Maya's palms were literally sweating. Like, actually dripping. She wiped them on her new skirt—which she'd spent forty-five minutes ironing—and stared at Jayden's front door. Music...
Maya slid into the passenger seat of Jake's beat-up Honda, smelling like pretzels and desperation. The baseball game had gone into extra innings, and now she was running on two hou...
Leo wiped his sweaty palms on his shorts again. The padel racket felt alien in his grip—too light, too expensive, too everything compared to the beat-up tennis racquet he'd been us...
Maya's fingers hovered over her iPhone, the blue light washing out her face as the group chat exploded. Everyone was at Tyler's party, and she wasn't. Again. She threw the phone o...
The carnival lights blurred through my tears, which was embarrassing since I was supposedly here to have fun. My friends were somewhere near the tilt-a-whirl, probably living their...
Maya felt like a zombie by third period, thanks to staying up until 3 AM doomscrolling through crush Carson's Instagram from 2019. Now here she was, hiding behind a stack of cafete...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate, which was basically a metaphor for her entire sophomore year existence. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame the frizz, only to end up wi...