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Maya stood by the snack table, feeling like a zombie at her own surprise birthday party. She'd begged her mom not to make a big deal, but there she was, surrounded by classmates sh...
Maya's purple hair was supposed to be her rebellion. Instead, it was just hair dye that stained her pillowcase and made her mom sigh dramatically every morning. But it was fine. Ev...
Maya's been **running** laps for forty-five minutes when her **iPhone** buzzes. She ignores it first—out here, with the sky bleeding pink and her lungs burning, she's not the girl ...
Maya's hands wouldn't stop sweating. She wiped her palms on her dress for the third time, heart going a mile a minute as she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. The party was...
Maya had been down bad for Jordan since October, which was pathetic even by her own standards. So when he finally asked to hang after soccer practice, she did what any rational per...
Summer in the suburbs hit different when your parents forced you to get a "constructive" hobby. For me, that meant volunteering at Mrs. Chen's animal rescue — mainly wrangling her ...
I was running on two hours of sleep and three energy drinks, feeling like actual zombie bait. Finals week had turned my brain into mush, but Maya had insisted—"You NEED to come, it...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her red Solo cup like it was a lifeline. The party was in full swing — seniors doing cannonballs, that one junior whose parents owned ...
Leo wiped his sweaty palms on his cutoffs for the third time. The pyramid of red Solo cups towered above him, a testament to whatever social currency existed at Blake Hamilton's po...
Jordan tugged their beanie down lower, eyes fixed on the iPhone screen where everyone at Northwood High seemed to be living their best life. The social pyramid was real, and Jordan...
My first day at padel camp started with a papaya smoothie spilled down my favorite vintage band tee. Great. Everyone else looked like they'd been born with a racquet in their hand,...
Maya slid against the back wall of the concession stand, her polyester uniform sticking to her skin like secondhand embarrassment. Five hours into the baseball marathon, and she'd ...