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Maya dragged her feet through the crowded hallway, feeling like a total zombie after staying up till 3 AM grinding for that Bio exam. Her phone buzzed — group chat blowing up about...
Maya's hair was a disaster. She'd spent two hours trying to perfect that messy-but-cute look all the TikTok girls had, but somehow she just looked messy. Like, actual mess. Not the...
The pyramid scheme started with a DM from some guy named 'KingMarcus23' promising I could 'secure the bag' by selling overpriced protein powder to kids at school. I was sixteen and...
Maya's curly hair had always been her security blanket—until this summer, when she decided to straighten it for Jake's pool party. Three hours with a flat iron and enough product t...
Maya's mom shoved the bottle at her before school. 'You need this vitamin D supplement. You're inside too much, always scrolling.' Maya rolled her eyes but pocketed the orange pill...
Maya's mom had started pushing vitamin supplements on her the moment summer break began, as if a daily multivitamin could somehow fix social anxiety. "It's for your immune system,"...
My phone buzzed with the third text from Maya in five minutes. "Where r u???" it read, and I groaned into my pillow. The party of the year was happening three blocks away, and I wa...
Maya pulled the bright orange beanie down over her ears, studying herself in the bathroom mirror. It was ridiculous. It was perfect. "New Maya," she whispered. "Fresh start. No mo...
Maya's hair had been acting like it had a personal vendetta against humidity all morning, frizzing into what she mentally dubbed "The Explosion." She adjusted her beanie for the th...
Maya slammed her locker shut, the bang echoing through the empty hallway like a gunshot. Three days since Jason dumped her over text, and she'd been moving through life like a zomb...
The thunder cracked like God's Snapchat account got hacked. I was hiding in Ms. Rivera's bathroom during the homecoming game, hyperventilating into my UF hoodie. Outside, the foot...
Marcus adjusted his snapback for the tenth time, the brim curved just like his teammates' hats. Same style. Same everything. That was the point of being on the team — total uniform...