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I caught myself staring in the bathroom mirror during third period, eyes heavy from studying until 3 AM. Total zombie mode. My reflection looked like a stranger. "You okay, Maya?"...
Maya's summer goal was simple: survive her cousin's quinceañera without embarrassing herself. She'd practiced her salsa dancing, borrowed a dress that didn't make her feel like a s...
Maya's head throbbed like someone was playing dubstep inside her skull. She'd stayed up until 3 AM scrolling through TikTok, watching Jordan's story loop over and over like a glitc...
Maya hovered at the edge of the **pool**, clutching her red solo cup like it was a lifeline. Jordan's end-of-school bash was exactly what she dreaded — people she barely knew, slow...
Maya's phone buzzed during third period. Tyler was having people over after the game Friday. Her stomach did that familiar flutter thing — the one she'd been trying to ignore since...
Maya's freshman year was three months away, and she'd already decided: boring brown hair was out. She wanted to look like herself, whoever that was. So she bought the orange dye — ...
My palms were sweating. Again. "You good, Marcus?" Jasmine asked, not looking up from her phone. "Yeah. Just nervous about tryouts." She laughed. "You've been running track sinc...
I was operating on pure zombie mode—two hours of sleep, three energy drinks, and the distinct sensation that my soul had left my body somewhere around third period. But here I was,...
Maya stared at her reflection, finger-combing her hair for the thousandth time. The curls were rebelling against gravity and humidity, frizzing out like she'd stuck her finger in a...
The cafeteria line moved at glacial speed, which gave Maya exactly three minutes to overthink everything. "You got spinach in your teeth," Jordan whispered, barely looking up from...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The Chandler's annual summer party. Every Instagram story for the past week had been hype-brutal pregame co...
Marcus stood at home plate, the baseball bat feeling like a telephone pole in his sweaty hands. The entire JV team was watching. Coach Miller, with his perpetually stained cap, nod...