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Maya's hair was refusing to cooperate. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame the frizz, but it had other plans. Naturally, today of all days—the day she was finally hanging...
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like dying insects as I slumped into third-period English, feeling like a complete zombie after pulling an all-nighter for finals. My beanie ...
The pool lights flickered—once, twice—before everything went dark. Great. Just great. "Anyone else see that?" Marcus asked, treading water somewhere to my left. "Yeah, dipshit, w...
Maya's bedroom was transformed. Ring lights, tripod, chaos everywhere. The HDMI cable snaked across her floor like a tech snake, waiting to betray her. She adjusted her dad's old b...
The bathroom mirror showed a stranger staring back—hair the color of a traffic cone, vibrant and screaming LOOK AT ME. Three weeks into sophomore year and I'd finally done it. The ...
The bass thudded through Maya's chest as she hovered near the dip station. Her phone buzzed — a text from Chloe, the one person she actually wanted to see. "Where r u??" Maya typ...
The vintage baseball cap sat three shelves up at Urban Exchange, calling to Marcus like a siren. Fifty bucks he didn't have, but the faded navy blue with the stitched 'B' would fin...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her shorts — fourth time in two minutes. "You got this," Chloe whispered, but her thumbs were already flying across her iPhone...
My gym teacher Mr. Henderson always said life's about learning to swim even when you're drowning. Pretty deep for a guy who wore mismatched socks every day. But sophomore year at E...
I was basically a zombie. Three hours of sleep will do that to you, especially when you spent them scrolling through your ex's Instagram instead of actually sleeping like a normal ...
The pool party was already mid-level cringe when Maya spotted it—a scrawny calico cat perched on the fence like it owned everyone's awkwardness. She'd been hovering near the snack ...
The papaya sat on the paper plate like some alien fruit I'd never actually seen in real life. This was what rich people ate at pool parties, apparently. Not chips. Not pizza. Papay...