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I looked like a zombie. Not the cool, dramatic kind from TV—more like the undead result of pulling an all-nighter to finish my history project while stress-eating leftover spinach ...
Maya's iPhone buzzed in her pocket like a trapped hornet. Freshman year at Northwood High, and she was already vibrating with anxiety. The cafeteria was a labyrinth of social hiera...
I looked like a zombie. Three hours of sleep staring at my phone, doom-scrolling texts that weren't there, and now here I was — standing at the rec center, clutching a padel racket...
Maya's palm was sweating so much she was practically leaving puddles on Jordan's kitchen counter. Which would've been fine, except her hand was currently resting maybe two inches f...
Maya felt like a walking zombie most days anyway — AP Bio was killing her slowly, but today the exhaustion was real. She'd been running track since freshman year, mostly because he...
My hair looked like a squirrel had nested in it. I mean, literally — a complete disaster zone, and I had twenty minutes until Jordan's party started. I'd been straightening it for ...
Maya's first day at Northwood High felt like walking into a movie she'd binge-watched alone in her room. Everyone else already had their friend groups, their inside jokes, their wh...
The padel court at my new school was basically the Roman Colosseum of social hierarchy. If you could play, you were royalty. If you couldn't, you were invisible. I was definitely ...
Maya's first day at Northwood High felt like walking into a cafeteria where everyone already knew the secret handshake. Which, honestly, they probably did. She'd spent forty-five ...
The Fourth of July pool party at Alex's house was supposed to be lowkey—just the squad hanging out, maybe some cute boys from the swim team showing up. But when Cassidy spotted her...
Maya's iPhone vibrated for the third time in five minutes. Another Insta story from Tyler's party—more proof that everyone was living their best summer while she sat at home, anxie...
Maya's phone buzzed with another group chat notification—something about the pyramid scheme of high school social hierarchies, as if junior year wasn't stressful enough. She tossed...