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I shuffled into homeroom feeling like a straight-up zombie—three hours of sleep after finishing that APUSH paper will do that to you. My phone buzzed in my pocket. Probably Maya fi...
Marcus smoothed his dad's old snapback for the seventeenth time, turning the brim exactly 22 degrees to the left. This was it—his first actual high school party, no parents, no sup...
The first day of sophomore year, Maya's mom made her wear The Hat. A neon orange beanie with a ridiculous pom-pom on top, basically a beacon for social suicide. Maya pulled it down...
Marcus jammed his faded baseball cap over his curls, pulling the brim low. The hat was his armor, his signal to the world: don't talk to me, I'm busy. But the truth? He wasn't busy...
I felt like a **zombie** all summer, working the concession stand at the rec center while my friends posted beach pics I'd never be invited to. Even the 7-year-olds ordering **base...
Maya had spent the entire summer preparing for freshman year, carefully curating her vibe like a Pinterest board come to life. New wardrobe. New playlists. New mindset. She'd even ...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his stupid vitamin D supplement like it was some kind of talisman against awkwardness. His mom had shoved the bottle at him that mor...
Maya clutched her orange soda can like it was a lifeline. First week as a freshman, and somehow she'd been assigned the ancient history project that required interviewing someone f...
The water shimmered like liquid diamonds under the July sun, but Maya's stomach churned with more than just butterfly-inducing nervousness. She stood at the edge of Johnson's pool,...
The escape room smelled like stale popcorn and desperation—exactly how senior year felt. I was stuck between Leo, who'd been flirting with me since chemistry started making actual ...
Maya's shift at the dining hall sucked — literally, because she'd managed to get spinach stuck in her braces while inhaling lunch between serving rounds. "You've got green stuff,...
Maya's orange hoodie was supposed to be her armor. Bright, confident, impossible to ignore. But as she stood in Leo's living room, surrounded by his squad's expensive setups and RG...