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Maya stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, the fluorescent buzz of the school lights making everything feel harsher. She'd done it. Actually done it. Her hair — formerly the sa...
Maya's iPhone vibrated against her thigh — the group chat was blowing up about Jackson's pool party. His parents had that fancy padel court in the backyard, the one everyone whispe...
Jordan's morning routine was sacred. Wake up, choke down the neon orange vitamin gummy that tasted like synthetic sunshine and failed promises, stare at the mirror, and put on The ...
Maya's hair had always been her security blanket—long, dark, and perpetually hiding her face like a protective curtain. But today, standing in front of her bathroom mirror with her...
Maya's phone buzzed in her back pocket. Again. Another snapchat notification she couldn't check because she'd promised herself she'd be present tonight. Present. What even was that...
Maya felt like a **zombie** at Tyler's party. Not the cool, scary kind from TV — more like the awkward, shuffling variety that didn't know how to exist in rooms like this. She'd be...
Jax wore his dad's old trucker hat like armor—low over his eyes, shielding a face that hadn't smiled in three months. Since Maya moved to Portland, he'd been operating on pure auto...
The social hierarchy at Northwood High worked like a pyramid, and I was somewhere near the bottom—crushed under the weight of varsity jackets, Instagram followers, and people whose...
The bull — aka Tyler, varsity quarterback and walking entitlement — had spent the entire week blocking my locker, 'accidentally' knocking my books out of my hands, and making sure ...
Maya felt like a total spy in her own life, watching from the sidelines as the Real Maya—confident, decisive, unbothered—drifted further out of reach. Sixteen should've come with a...
Maya's laptop screen flickered—dying, again. She scrambled to find her charging cable somewhere in the disaster zone that was her bed, shoving aside half-empty water bottles and a ...
Maya's friends called her Fox because she could slip out of any situation—curfews, awkward conversations, her own feelings. But this summer, the sixteen-year-old found herself stuc...