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My hair used to be perfect. The kind of perfect that made mothers whisper at Sunday dinner and teammates joke I should've been in a shampoo commercial. That was before everything f...
Marcus stood in front of the bathroom mirror, glaring at his reflection like it owed him money. Fifteen years old and still built like a string bean, while half the football team l...
The cafeteria at Lincoln High wasn't just a lunchroom—it was a battlefield, and I was walking into it with a giant target painted on my back. Or at least that's how it felt when yo...
Maya's hair was doing that weird frizzy thing it always did when she was nervous, which was basically all the time now that freshman year was actually happening. The baseball diamo...
I was supposed to be a zombie. That was the role. Extra #47 in the school's production of "Zombie Prom," and I'd spent three weeks perfecting the shuffle-step and the vacant thousa...
Maya dragged herself toward the padel courts, functioning on approximately three hours of sleep and two iced coffees. Final exams had turned her into a certified zombie, shambling ...
Maya gripped the papaya like it was a grenade. Her older cousin Jay had brought it back from his 'semester abroad' in Costa Rica, and now it sat on the pool house counter, exotic a...
Maya's ethernet cable frayed again, exactly like her nerves. Three weeks until senior prom, and she still couldn't find a date who didn't make her want to yeet herself into the sun...
Maya dragged me toward the fortune teller booth at the Fall Festival, my palms sweating against my denim shorts. I'd spent forty minutes in the bathroom mirror trying to look effor...
Maya's phone buzzed with Jordan's text: "POOL PARTY. DONT BE WEIRD." As if. The problem wasn't the swimming part. Maya was actually decent in the water. The problem was everythin...
The pool party at Jake's house was supposed to be my moment. Finally. After months of watching Maya from across AP English, laughing at her memes in the group chat, lowkey catching...
The cafeteria **pyramid** was brutal—jocks at the top, theatre kids somewhere in the middle, and me, Maya, floating near the bottom with the other anime club rejects. But lately, I...