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Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, frantically trying to tame her rebellious hair. Third day of sophomore year, and already her natural curls had declared indepe...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually sweating — as she stood at the edge of the Kerrigans' backyard pool, clutching a solo cup of something that was definitely supposed to b...
Maya's eyeliner wings were uneven again. She swiped at her left eye with a makeup wipe, groaning. The homecoming dance was in three hours, and her costume concept was falling apart...
Maya's iphone pinged with another text from the group chat that had silently excluded her since the incident. Three weeks ago, she'd stood up to Tyler when he made that joke about ...
Maya pressed herself against the side of the house, heart racing like she'd just chugged three energy drinks. The pool party glowed beyond the fence—sunset reflecting off the water...
Jordan adjusted their stolen bear head for the fifteenth time, sweating through their hoodie. Homecoming game, senior year, and they'd somehow volunteered to be the mascot - which ...
My palms were sweating so bad I could practically fill a swimming pool. Not that I'd actually get in one. I've been rocking the same fakecast on my arm for three weeks just to avoi...
Marcus shuffled through the hallway like a straight-up zombie, barely functioning after staying up until 3 AM scrolling through his feed. His eyes burned, his brain felt like mush,...
The pyramid of red Solo cups towered three feet above Jackson's kitchen island, a monument to senior year desperation. Maya stood beside it, clutching her orange soda like a lifeli...
The suburban pool party hummed with that specific kind of tension that makes your palms sweat and your brain short-circuit. I stood at the shallow end, nursing a lukewarm soda, wat...
The cable had been dead for three hours when Maya's phone buzzed. *Zombie apocalypse at my place. Bring snacks. - Jace* Maya grabbed her backpack, stuffing it with popcorn and her...
The lunch rush at GreenSqueeze hit like a tidal wave, and I was drowning in kale. My first week, and already I'd accidentally blended spinach into three customers' mango smoothies....