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Maya felt like a **zombie** walking through the halls of Northwood High. Three hours of sleep finalizing her AP Art portfolio would do that to you. Her phone buzzed in her pocket —...
The hat sat on my dashboard like a judgment. A beat-up Yankees cap that used to be my dad's, before he split two years ago. I grabbed it before heading to work — cable installation...
Maya's stomach had been doing backflips since Jordan texted about the pool party. Senior year. Last chance to not be the girl who never showed. The problem wasn't the swimming—she...
Maya's vintage trucker hat—complete with actual fox ears—was supposed to be ironic. That was the vibe she was going for at Ethan's party. But standing in his kitchen, surrounded by...
Maya's palms were literally sweating as she stood outside the carnival tent, the neon sign flickering 'MADAME ZORA - FUTURE REVEALED.' Behind her, Jace was being his usual chaotic ...
Maya stood at the edge of the swimming pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The water glittered like something from a TikTok edit, but inside her chest, everything felt twist...
The ethernet cable lay across my bedroom floor like a dead snake, and so did my social life. "You're coming to the party, right?" Jordan had asked me at lunch. I'd managed somethi...
I'd been walking through sophomore year like a total zombie — three hours of sleep, energy drinks for breakfast, and absolutely zero rizz. My social battery was permanently dead, b...
My social life had always been a carefully constructed pyramid. Me and Jordan at the base—solid, reliable, invisible. The jocks and popular kids formed the peak, looking down on ev...
My hair had officially turned into straw. Three weeks of swim practice will do that to you, but nobody warned me the chlorine would basically murder my curls. I stood in front of t...
Maya pulled her curly hair into a messy bun for the third time, the humidity making every strand rebel against her. She stood at the edge of the school parking lot where the annual...
Maya stood by the edge of the pool, clutching her oversized bucket **hat** like a shield. The summer humidity had already frizzed her curls into something resembling a science expe...