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Maya's crush on Leo had lasted approximately forever, or at least since seventh grade when he'd defended her art project from Tyler's "constructive criticism." Now sophomores, Leo ...
Maya's fingers wouldn't stop shaking. The boxed dye sat on her bathroom counter like a challenge—Electric Blue, it promised. Transformation. Her mom would lose it, obviously. But M...
Marcus stood at the edge of the padel court, clutching his borrowed racquet like it might bite him. The "cool kids" — Jason, Brianna, and crew — moved with effortless grace, their ...
I was walking around like a zombie after three straight nights of doomscrolling until 3 AM, my brain fried on TikToks and existence crises. Maya's pool party was supposed to fix th...
Mia swallowed her daily **vitamin** gummy with a sigh, catching her reflection in the hallway mirror. The humidity was doing exactly what she'd expected – turning her shoulder-leng...
I felt like a literal zombie. Three hours of sleep after that Valorant tournament until 2 AM will do that to you. But Maya had texted me "pool party 🏊♀️ u coming?" and there was n...
Maya sat cross-legged on her bed, thumbs flying across her iPhone as doomscrolling became her entire personality. Another sunset. Another aesthetic lunch. Another post from Chloe a...
Chloe's vintage trucker **hat** sat three inches too high on her head thanks to the ridiculous amount of hairspray she'd used. This was supposed to be the summer before senior year...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her vitamin D supplement like it was some kind of magical talisman. Her mom had sworn it would help with her "energy levels" before th...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her towel like a shield. Everyone else was already in the water, laughing and splashing like they'd been born in it. Tyler's hou...
Maya's iphone buzzed against her thigh, jolting her back to reality. Third period AP Bio, Mr. Harrison droning about mitochondria again. She caught Tyler's eye across the room—his ...
The thunderstorm was supposed to hit at practice, but Coach Anderson made us run anyway. Because what's cross country without a little rain, right? I was already dreading today's ...