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The fluorescent lights of the gym buzzed like a dying cicada. Maya pressed her back against the bleacher, watching Jay laugh with his friends. His smile hit her like lightning—sudd...
I walked into third period feeling like a straight-up zombie. Two hours of sleep will do that to you, especially when you spent the night overanalyzing a five-second conversation w...
The cafeteria was doing that thing where the noise level hit exactly the wrong decibel for anxiety. I picked at my lunch, convinced everyone was watching me—which they weren't, bec...
Maya stood outside the batting cages, clutching her papaya-spinach smoothie like it was a lifeline. Which, honestly, it kind of was. Her hands were shaking so hard the bright orang...
Maya's phone buzzed on her nightstand at 2 AM. Another notification from that private group chat where Jordan—the senior with perfect skin and 12K followers—posted motivational quo...
The thing about your best friend's location being visible on Find My? It's not stalking if you're just being safe. At least that's what I told myself as I sat on the bleachers, pre...
My beanie —— my lucky hat, the one that hides my bangs when I'm having an awkward hair day —— sat crushed at the bottom of my backpack. I hadn't worn it since seventh grade, back w...
The fedora was my brother's, stolen from his closet along with my dignity. Mom said I needed confidence, handed me a bottle of gummy vitamins with a smile that said *this will fix ...
The padel court at Palm Beach Racquet Club was where my life fell apart. Or maybe where it actually started. I'd been crushing on Sofia since she transferred to our school, all ef...
I felt like a zombie. Not the cool Netflix kind with flawless smoky eye makeup and strategic face wounds—more like the actual undead version: pale, hollowed out, running on two hou...
Maya's legs burned as she rounded the track for the third lap, her breath coming in short gasps. Running had always been her escape—the one place where overthinking couldn't catch ...
The summer before junior year, I took a job walking Brutus—the world's most anxious 80-pound Golden Retriever—because I needed cash for concert tickets. What I didn't need was my c...