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Maya flopped onto her bed, staring at the ceiling where a tangle of ethernet cables snaked like plastic vines. Three weeks since Kai moved across the country, and their daily FaceT...
Maya's mom had officially lost it. The kitchen counter had transformed into a shrine to wellness culture—rows of amber bottles containing every **vitamin** known to science, promis...
Maya's hair had always been her enemy. Wild, frizzy, impossible to tame—just like her reputation at Northwood High. The bull in question, Tyler, had made it his mission to remind e...
Maya's hair was NOT cooperating. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to achieve the effortless waves that looked so good on TikTok, but instead she ended up with something closer...
Maya felt like a zombie. Not the cool, dramatic kind from TV, but the actual brain-dead variety that survives on three hours of sleep and sheer anxiety. She'd been staring at her p...
Maya stared at her goldfish, Comet, who was doing his third lap around the same plastic castle. "That's me," she muttered. "Just swimming in circles." Comet didn't reply. Comet n...
Maya's phone died at 10:47 PM—exactly when Jake finally looked her way across the basement party. Of course. Because the universe had a personal vendetta against her social life. ...
Ivy stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her papaya smoothie like it was a lifeline. The sophomore class summer party. The invitation had said "casual swim," but everyone looke...
The baseball cap sat backwards on my head like a lie I kept telling myself. Everyone expected me to love baseball — my dad's varsity jacket still hung in the hall, a ghost of glory...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, the chlorine stinging his nose as he adjusted his lifeguard whistle. Another summer of watching kids splash while his dad preached about baseb...
The social pyramid at Northwood High had clear levels. At the top: varsity athletes and perfect-skinned influencers. At the bottom: band kids, theater geeks, and me—Casey, freshman...
Maya tugged the bucket hat lower, praying nobody noticed the choppy layers she'd given herself with kitchen scissors at 2 AM. The greatest hits of bad decisions, honestly. "You ok...