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Maya's palms were sweating legit rivers as she clutched the crumpled flyer. School carnival. Seventh period. Behind her, Jordan was already bouncing on his heels, oblivious to ever...
I'd been running my whole life—literally, since sixth grade track, and figuratively, from anything that looked like feelings. Coach Reynolds said I had natural talent. My dad said ...
The pool party invitation had been sitting on my phone screen for three days. Maya's end-of-summer bash. The kind of event where everyone would be there, watching, judging, remembe...
Maya crouched behind the bleachers, phone camera ready. She wasn't proud of basically acting like a spy, but after three months at Northwood High without a single real friend, she ...
I felt like a literal zombie walking into Tyler's pool party. Three hours of sleep + excessive anxiety = me, basically the walking dead. The text had said 'pool party 2-5' which in...
Maya stared at her wall, fingers trembling. Three months since her best friend Kai ghosted her after freshman homecoming, and she was finally doing it—tearing down the shrine. The ...
Six months into freshman year, I'd become a professional zombie. Wake up, grab the iPhone, scroll TikTok until my eyes burned, shuffle through classes like the walking dead, collap...
Marcus had mastered the art of looking busy while actually doing nothing. Leaning against the chain-link fence near the community pool, he pretended to check his phone—again—as if ...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The end-of-summer party raged behind her—laughter spilling into the night, b...
Maya pressed her back against the lockers, phone clutched like a grenade. Three years she'd spent mastering the art of being invisible, sliding through Northwood High like a ghost ...
Maya's hair was doing that weird frizzy thing it always did when she stressed, and tonight? Maximum stress. The Spring Fling was three hours away and she was pretty sure she had sp...
Maya stood in front of her bathroom mirror, scissors trembling in her hand. The long brown waves she'd spent years growing out fell in chunks around her feet. Her mom would freak. ...