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Maya stood at the edge of the cafeteria, clutching her vitamin water like a shield. The social pyramid was in full effect today—cheerleaders at the top, skaters somewhere in the mi...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in her frizzy hair. Homecoming was in two hours and her hair had its own agenda—mostly, to look like a bird's nest. "Take your vita...
Maya's palms were literally sweating. Like, actually dripping. She gripped the red Solo cup harder, her knuckles turning the color of the cheap punch inside. "You coming in or wha...
The dog—Mrs. Henderson's ancient Golden Retriever—appeared at exactly 3:47 PM every day, like he had my schedule programmed into his collar. I'd just finished cross-country practic...
Jordan's iPhone dinged with another message from the group chat. "@ everyone Sky's party tonight. BE THERE or be square lol." She stared at the pyramid of unread notifications—Tik...
The bear head smelled like junior high locker room meets basement Christmas storage. I adjusted the gross foam muzzle for the hundredth time, sweating through my target uniform. "...
The neon-green padel ball bounced off the glass wall, that satisfying *thwack* echoing through the court. I adjusted my grip, sweat already pooling at the base of my spine even tho...
The countdown felt like it lasted forever — three, two, one — and suddenly I was airborne. For a split second, I was actually doing it. Then gravity remembered its job and I face-p...
Maya stood by the snack table, clutching her water bottle like it was a lifeline. The pool party was in full swing—literally, with people doing cannonballs and creating waves that ...
Maya's phone buzzed with the group chat notification—*Party at Jay's, 9 PM. Everyone's going.* She stared at the screen, fingers hovering over the keyboard. Her sophomore year had ...
Maya stood thigh-deep in the Pacific, the cold water making her skin prickle. Behind her, the bonfire crackled against an orange sky that looked like someone had spilled fruit punc...
The pool party was everything Maya feared it would be. Loud music, people she barely knew from school, and the pressure to look like she was having the time of her life. She hovere...