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Maya stared at the cafeteria's social pyramid like it was a biological experiment she'd forgotten to study for. At the top: the influencers, their lunch table practically radiating...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers combing through frizzy coils that refused to cooperate. Prom was in three days, and her hair had officially declared war on her existence. "...
The graduation pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be lit. Instead, I stood poolside in my stupid cowboy hat—part of a dare I couldn't back down from—while everyone else ac...
Marcus stood at home plate, the baseball bat feeling like a lead pipe in his sweaty palms. Tryouts for the varsity team were tomorrow, and his nerves were doing jumping jacks in hi...
Maya's life was basically a conspiracy theory she couldn't prove. Everyone else seemed to have the cheat codes to high school, while she was still stuck on the tutorial level. The...
The papaya incident started when my mom decided our family needed "cultural enlightenment" - her words, not mine. Suddenly, our kitchen looked like a tropical explosion, and I was ...
Maya felt like a zombie after pulling an all-nighter for Mr. Henderson's chem test. Her eyes burned, her brain was fried, and third period PE was basically torture. But she had to ...
Maya's dad worked for Comcast, which meant two things: their basement was a labyrinth of cable, and Maya knew way too much about bandwidth allocation. But today, as she trudged thr...
Maya's first day at Northwood High felt like walking into a pyramid scheme she hadn't signed up for. The social hierarchy was literally painted on the cafeteria wall — a mural show...
My hair had always been my security blanket. A waist-length curtain I could hide behind whenever things got too real, too fast. But sophomore year was testing that strategy in ways...
Maya stared at the cafeteria's social pyramid like it was a math problem she couldn't solve. At the top sat the infinity table - varsity jackets, perfect hair, the kind of confiden...
I was already ten minutes late when Mom's ancient Honda groaned to a halt in the school carpool lane. Again. Of course the universe would make this happen today, when Jessica—the a...