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Maya stared at her reflection, her hair refusing to cooperate despite three different products and twenty minutes of aggressive curling attempts. The first house party of sophomore...
Maya's cousin had been droning on about this 'insane business opportunity' for twenty minutes. Some pyramid scheme selling wellness shakes that definitely wasn't a pyramid scheme b...
The notification buzzed at 2:47 AM – Jordan sliding into my DMs like he always did when he needed something. 'Bro trust me this isn't sketchy – my cousin's roommate made 5k this mo...
The pyramid of popularity at Westwood High had a clear apex, and Maya's crush Leo sat exactly at the top. Meanwhile, Maya existed somewhere around the middle—visible enough to be n...
Maya's palms were sweating, like actually dripping, and she wiped them on her ripped black jeans for the third time. First real party. At Jordan's house. The Jordan who'd moved her...
Maya's palm was sweating so much she could practically water plants with it. Which would've been cool, if she wasn't clutching a crumbling orange slice while hovering at the edge o...
Marcus adjusted his beat-up fedora, the one his older sister called "the worst hat in history," but he refused to take it off. It was his armor against the sea of faces in the cafe...
My first week at GoodFresh, and I was already vibrating with that specific anxiety that only comes from wearing a fluorescent orange apron in public. The hat wasn't helping — it ha...
Maya's cleats dug into the dirt as she adjusted her baseball cap, trying to look like she belonged on the varsity team. Tryouts were today, and her stomach was doing backflips. Coa...
The thunder rattled my bedroom window, but I barely noticed. My iphone screen glowed in the dark, showing me exactly what I needed to see. I was basically a spy at this point. Not...
The problem with having goldfish memory is that you can never remember if you already checked your phone. I'd unlock it, stare at the screen, then five seconds later I'm doing it a...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate. Again. She stood in front of her mirror, aggressively brushing through the frizz that had somehow multiplied overnight, while her little brother's...