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I wasn't supposed to be the friend who flaked. That was Maya's thing. But here I was, fifteen years old, sweating through my $12 thrift store dress while clutching a bottle of pren...
Marcus stood by the water cooler, pretending to inspect his baseball cleats while stealing glances at Genesis. She was sitting on the bleachers, her hair a vibrant orange that caug...
Maya's vintage fedora hat sat crooked on her head, shielding half her face like a security blanket she could pull down low when the hallway got too loud. Between periods at Northwo...
Maya stood at the baseline of the padel court, racket sweating against her palm. The final tournament of eighth grade — her chance to prove she wasn't just the quiet kid who sat in...
Maya's phone buzzed at 5:45 AM. Her iphone illuminated the darkness with a notification: track practice in 45. She groaned, feeling like the walking dead. Three hours of homework p...
The homecoming dance was exactly two hours away and I was currently wearing my dad's old cargo shorts, sitting in the driveway next to our chocolate lab, Buster. "You look like y...
Maya's older brother Ethan was a total legend at Northwood High — varsity quarterback, student council president, the kind of guy whose name everyone knew. Meanwhile, Maya was just...
Maya dragged herself through the front door, dropping her backpack with a thud that echoed through the empty house. Another day of sophomore year done, and she was running on pure ...
Maya's fingers trembled as she adjusted the ring light. Her first livestream in five minutes. "You got this," she whispered to herself, though her stomach did backflips. Three wee...
I was operating at zombie levels. Three finals, two essays, and a panic attack later, I'd survived the week from hell. My brain felt like microwaved mac and cheese—lumpy and kind o...
I was officially operating on zero brain cells. Three days of summer band camp + zero sleep = zombie mode activated. My mom's voice floated through my front door. "Maya! You're mis...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could barely grip the padel racquet. This was it—her first time on the court, and her best friend since kindergarten, Chloe, was already vibi...