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Maya learned two things freshman year: one, the social hierarchy worked exactly like a pyramid scheme, and two, she was definitely at the bottom. Her older brother Lucas had left b...
The beanie was practically glued to my head at this point. Mom's attempt at home-butchery—excuse me, "saving money on haircuts"—had left me looking like I'd lost a fight with a law...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating through her brand new thrifted blazer. She'd been *running* on pure adrenaline since fourth period when she accidentally flashed...
The orange sunset painted the sky as Maya dragged herself to Jade's end-of-summer pool party. She'd spent all morning straightening her hair—only for humidity to turn it into a fri...
Maya felt like a zombie as she dragged herself through the front door of Tyler's house. Three energy drinks and an anxiety spiral had kept her up until 3 AM, and now here she was—F...
I stumbled into third period looking like a straight-up zombie. Four hours of sleep will do that to you—especially when those hours came after doom-scrolling until 3 AM wondering w...
Maya's first week at Oak Ridge High felt like navigating a minefield blindfolded. Her locker wouldn't open, she'd already been accidentally invited to three different lunch tables ...
Maya's palms were sweating through her grip on the padel racquet. Again. "You good, Maya?" Jake called from the other side of the court, grinning that effortless grin that made ha...
Maya's dad was all about the baseball life. Catch in the backyard every weekend, MLB Network constantly blasting, the full sports dad package. Maya? Not so much. She was more 'hide...
My attention span had officially shrunk to that of a **goldfish**. Between AP Euro, debate team, and my mom's subtle reminder that 'colleges are watching everything,' I'd been ope...
Maya's hands were literally shaking as she stood outside the house. The bass from inside vibrated in her chest. This was it—her first actual high school party. She'd been hyping he...
Maya's thumb was glued to her iPhone screen, doomscrolling through TikToks at 2 AM like a zombie hunting for brains — or at least dopamine. The house party thumped around her, but ...