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Maya smoothed her white skirt for the fiftieth time, stomach doing Olympic gymnastics. First day at Ridgewood Academy, and somehow she'd already agreed to play padel with the popul...
The invitation said pool party at 3, which meant I'd been overthinking my outfit since noon. Standing outside Jordan's house in my brand-new swimsuit, I could already hear music bu...
Maya's phone buzzed again. Another DM from the popular crowd. She'd been climbing the social pyramid all semester—carefully curated posts, strategic lunch table positioning, the wh...
Maya adjusted her baseball cap, the brim curved just like Brianna's—the girl who sat two tables away at lunch, surrounded by the kind of laugh that sounded like wind chimes. This w...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. Everyone else was already splashing, laughing, being effortlessly cool. Meanwhile, she was overthinking eve...
The orange hoodie was my armor. Third period, lunchtime, whenever I needed to disappear into the crowd at Northwood High. But today, it felt more like a spotlight. "Casey, you're ...
Maya's summer reinvention plan had three components: 1) Actually use her dad's old treadmill instead of it collecting clothes, 2) Replace vending machine Cheetos with spinach smoot...
Marcus stared at his reflection, adjusting the brim of his dad's old fedora. Stupid hat. He looked like a character from a movie nobody watched. But his mom had insisted—"it's char...
Maya pulled the brim of her bucket hat lower, grateful for the shadow it cast over her face. At fifteen, being seen was terrifying. Being unseen was safer. From her spot behind th...
Maya's hair had never looked more perfect, which was exactly the problem. Three hours with a flat iron, two different products, and now she looked like every other girl in her Inst...
Maya's first day of sophomore year felt like walking through a movie she'd seen a million times but never starred in. She moved through the crowded hallways like a zombie, brain fo...
The pyramid scheme started at Marco's pool party, which should've been my first red flag. I mean, who brings business charts to a pool party? But Marco had that way of making every...