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I felt like a straight-up zombie. Three weeks into junior year, and I was running on four hours of sleep, two iced coffees, and pure existential dread. My phone buzzed AGAIN in my ...
The cafeteria at Northwood High operated like a pyramid scheme, and I was stuck at the bottom level. Freshman year, I'd accepted my place in the social hierarchy – the invisible ki...
Maya's phone buzzed for the third time, screen lighting up her dark room like a tiny supernova. 2:47 AM. She'd been doom-scrolling for hours, eyes burning, brain feeling like it ha...
My beanie hat basically lived on my head junior year. It was my armor against the world—pull it down low, avoid eye contact, zombie-walk through the halls like everyone else. We we...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her iphone like a lifeline. The screen reflected her nervous expression as she scrolled through Instagram, watching the party unfold t...
Maya stared at her reflection in horror. Her hair, which she'd spent two hours perfecting for the Fall Fling, now looked like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket. Thanks...
Maya stared at the cafeteria ceiling, wondering why high school felt like one giant pyramid scheme she'd never signed up for. At the base? Most of us, just trying to survive AP Bio...
The party was already in full swing when Maya arrived, fashionably late as always. Someone had draped those tacky orange Christmas lights everywhere, giving the whole house a weird...
Maya felt like a spy in her own high school, watching the popular girls glide through the hallway in their matching crop tops while she clutched her vitamin bottle like it was some...
Maya stared at her reflection, hands trembling over the disastrous ends of her hair. The DIY box dye promised "auburn cascade." The mirror screamed "orange disaster." She had three...
Marco stood frozen outside the rec center, gripping his padel racquet like a lifeline. His cousin Sarah had somehow convinced him to join the summer league, but his social anxiety ...
The pool glittered like liquid diamonds under the July sun, but Maya's stomach was doing nervous backflips. This was it—the party of the summer, and Jake was finally going to be th...