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Maya's palms were sweating again. First day at Ridgeview High, and she'd already managed to get on the wrong side of Tyler—the bull of sophomore hallway politics. He'd been talking...
Maya's iphone buzzed in her pocket, third notification in five minutes. The group chat was blowing up about Tyler's pool party — the social event of the summer before freshman year...
Maya's weekend was already spiraling before she even stepped onto the padel court. The new sports complex was where the popular crowd hung out, and apparently where her crush Jake ...
The alarm blared at 6:45 AM, and honestly? I felt like a literal zombie. Three hours of sleep because I'd been doom-scrolling until 3 AM—classic mistake. I dragged myself to the ba...
Maya smoothed down her frizzy **hair** for the tenth time, wishing she'd straightened it instead of letting it air-dry into its usual wild explosion. The **pool** party was already...
I felt like a zombie, dragging myself through third period again. My brain was fried from staying up until 3AM finishing that history project about—you guessed it—ancient Egypt. I'...
The social pyramid at Lake Windsor Prep was as rigid as the Egyptian ones we studied in World History, except these hierarchies determined who sat at the lunch table and who existe...
Buster, my golden retriever, nudged my hand with his wet nose. He knew something was up. He always knew. "Another Monday, another baseball practice where Coach Taylor pretends I'm...
Marcus leaned against the chain-link fence, watching the varsity baseball team practice. Again. He'd been doing this every day for two weeks, which was pathetic even by his own adm...
The social pyramid at Jefferson High had Jesse on top, me somewhere near the basement, and everyone else scattered in between. Which is why I was shocked when Jesse actually invite...
The party was already dead when Maya dragged me through the door. 'You're not spending Friday night rotting in your room,' she'd said, and now here I was, gripping a red solo cup l...
Jordan's palms were sweating through his denim shorts. Like, actually sweating through the fabric. Standing at the entrance to Spring Fair with his friends, watching Nina laugh at ...