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The summer before freshman year, I became a professional spy. My targets: the popular crowd's Instagram stories. My weapon: Mom's old iPhone, which I'd swipe from the charger when ...
Maya's **hat** was absolutely ruined. The vintage fedora she'd spent three weeks hunting for at thrift stores now dripped with murky puddle **water**, casualties of her older broth...
Maya stared at the cafeteria ceiling pyramid, the social structure that ruled Riverdale High like an unspoken law. At the top sat Jordan's crew—varsity jackets, perfect hair, and t...
The chlorine stung my eyes as I floated at the country club pool, trying to look like I belonged. I felt like a zombie—three hours of sleep post-breakup will do that to you. Mia ha...
The backyard glowed with string lights and the bass from someone's phone playlist thumped against the fence. I stood by the snack table, nursing a warm **water** bottle and feeling...
The security camera feed in the vitamin shop where I worked part-time had become my guilty pleasure. Not because I was some aspiring private investigator, but because the camera ha...
The **zombie** marathon had been playing for three hours when Leo's phone buzzed. *Pool party. Now. Bring a swimsuit. Trust.* Maya stared at her reflection. The swimsuit her mom b...
Marcus dragged himself through third period like a actual zombie, thanks to staying up until 3AM scrolling through Maya's Instagram and overthinking every single post. His best fri...
Maya's cousin Trevor called himself a fox — slick, impossible to catch, always three steps ahead of everyone at Northwood High. Tonight, though, he'd somehow convinced his parents ...
Maya's palms were literally sweating. Like, actually dripping. She adjusted her oversized hoodie for the fifteenth time, trying to look casual while absolutely spiraling inside. A...
Maya's hands shook as she hovered over her iphone, the group chat blowing up with everyone already at Tyler's party. "u coming???" "heard there's a DJ" "ayy lmao." She took a deep ...
Maya stood before the bathroom mirror, her dark **hair** frizzy from the August humidity. Senior year started in two days, and she still felt like the same invisible girl who spent...