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Maya's summer plan was simple: avoid everyone, survive another season of feeling like the weird girl, and definitely not make any friends. But the universe, apparently, had other i...
The social pyramid at Northwood High was crystal clear, and Maya had somehow landed herself in the middle tier—not popular enough to sit at the senior table, not invisible enough t...
Maya dragged herself through the school hallway, feeling like a **zombie** impersonating a human. Three AP classes, varsity tennis practice, and her mom's latest health obsession h...
I was in full zombie mode—running on three hours of sleep and pure stress vibes—when everything went sideways at lunch. I'd spent half the night overthinking my conversation with M...
The vitamin gummies sat in Maya's palm like radioactive jewels—bright orange, radioactive green, suspiciously neon pink. Her mom swore they'd help with "focus and energy," which wa...
My parents think I'm some kind of culinary spy just because I actually watch cooking videos on TikTok. They act like I'm gathering intelligence against their beloved restaurant, wh...
Maya stood in the corner of Jason's basement, nursing a warm Sprite like it was a lifeline. This was her first actual high school party, and she was already fantasizing about her e...
Maya's Instagram feed was a curated gallery of perfection. Her friend Kai had posted a photo at exactly 7:43 PM — golden hour, obviously, because the lighting hit his cheekbones ju...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her papaya like it was a lifeline. Which, honestly, it kinda was. Her mom had insisted she bring something to Jake's party, and appare...
The bonfire crackled between us, casting shadows across the beach. My palms were sweating—like, actually dripping—and I kept wiping them on my cutoffs, trying to play it cool. "Yo...
The chlorine burned my eyes but I kept them open, treading water in the far lane of Sunset Hills Pool. My lungs burned too—mostly from holding my breath whenever she walked by. Sh...
Maya's first week at Northwood High felt like walking through a minefield of social explosives. Every hallway was a runway, every cafeteria table a kingdom she wasn't invited to. ...