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I felt like a straight-up **zombie** walking into Tyler's backyard bash. Summer before sophomore year and I was already lowkey dreading the social battery drain. My sister Jordan h...
The party was already mid when Maya arrived, fashionably late because she'd spent twenty minutes debating whether her crush would notice her outfit. Jace's house thumped with bass ...
Maya stared at the neon sign of 'Tropical Paradise' bubble tea shop, clutching the stupid oversized sun hat her mom made her wear. 'You'll thank me when you're not wrinkled at fort...
The chlorine hit Maya first—that sharp chemical scent that screamed 'public pool' like nothing else. She adjusted her lifeguard whistle, feeling like a total fraud. Her best friend...
Maya stared at the mirror, fingers tangled in her waist-length waves. Three years of growing it out—gone. Her stylist held the scissors like a weapon. The snip echoed. A curtain of...
Marcus's palms were sweating again. Classic. The entire baseball team was watching, Coach Miller was yelling something about 'mound presence,' and Marcus was mentally calculating h...
The **cable**-knit scarf lay abandoned on my bed, rows of twisted stitches mocking my failed attempt to appear normal. Mom had thrust the yarn at me that morning, saying crafting w...
Maya's iPhone buzzed for the third time in two minutes, and she practically threw herself across her bed to grab it. Probably just her mom asking about dinner again. But no—it was ...
Maya's older brother Jay called himself a fox—smooth, cunning, always three steps ahead of everyone else. But watching him through the living room doorway, surrounded by his colleg...
Maya pressed her back against the sliding glass door, phone clutched in her hand like a weapon. She'd been quasi-stalking Carter's Instagram for twenty minutes—basically social med...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a security blanket. The annual end-of-school party was in full swing — music thumping, people laughing, everyone seemin...
My mom stood by the door, vitamin C tablet in her outstretched hand like some peace offering before I walked into the lion's den. "You need your immune system tonight, baby." "Mom...