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Marcus adjusted the baseball cap backwards—again. Third time in five minutes. The brim dug into his forehead, but he needed it. Needed the armor. Tryouts were in ten minutes, and h...
The thunderstorm outside matched the chaos in my head. My best friend since kindergarten, Maya, was across the room laughing with the popular crowd—those girls who acted like they ...
Maya's phone buzzed with another text from Jake: "U coming? Everyone's gonna be here." She stared at herself in the mirror, trying to look like she hadn't spent forty minutes deci...
Maya stood outside Jake's house, her heart hammering like she'd just chugged three energy drinks. First proper high school party. First time wearing a costume that wasn't "basic gi...
Maya dragged her feet through the overgrown cemetery behind the abandoned church, her iphone buzzing frantically in her pocket. Group chat爆炸 again. Probably another party she wasn'...
Maya stared at her iphone, thumb hovering over the screenshot everyone was sharing. Another pyramid post. Someone had ranked the sophomore class, and she was somewhere near the bot...
The house party was exactly like every other house party — a zombie apocalypse of phones glowing in the dark living room, everyone's faces illuminated by TikTok and Instagram. Maya...
My dad's obsession with health food had officially reached peak humiliation level. Every morning before school, I'd have to choke down this bright green smoothie packed with spinac...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she walked toward the padel court. Tryouts. Again. Last year she'd been the girl who tripped over her own feet during the serve, sending the ball st...
Marcus stared at the cafeteria's social pyramid like it was a mathematical equation he couldn't solve. Seniors at the top, sophomores in the middle, freshmen scattered at the botto...
Maya's legs burned as she kept running, the rhythmic thud of her sneakers against pavement the only sound in the predawn darkness. Three weeks until regionals, and Coach said she h...
Maya adjusted her phone against the bathroom mirror, practicing her new 'spy' technique. Not the creepy kind — just casual observation. At school, she'd perfected the art of watchi...