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Maya's mom stood in the kitchen doorway, holding out the orange bottle like it was a peace offering. "It's just a **vitamin**, Maya. Not poison." Maya rolled her eyes so hard it a...
Maya stared at her reflection, the orange dye already fading at the roots. Her mom would freak if she saw the bathroom counter—splatters of semi-permanent rebellion everywhere. But...
Maya stood outside Jordan's house, heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. First house party of sophomore year, and she'd spent two hours straightening her hair only ...
Leo's mom had decided that THIS was the week he'd become healthy. Which was why his lunchbox contained a tupperware of wilted spinach, looking suspiciously like something that had ...
Maya's iphone buzzed for the third time in two minutes. Another group chat explosion, probably someone complaining about Mr. Harrison's chem test again. She swiped it away without ...
Marcus had been the baseball king of sophomore year—that was his whole brand. Third base, cleats always muddy, jersey never quite clean. But this summer, something felt off. Like h...
I hide in the bathroom stall, watching my iPhone screen flicker with unseen group chat drama. The sphinx of sophomore year—Elena—has mastered the art of leaving everyone on read, i...
Maya's eyes burned like someone had poured hot sauce directly onto her retinas. Three AM again. She was running on caffeine and spite, basically a certified zombie at this point. H...
Maya's hair was doing that thing it always did when she was nervous — standing on end like she'd stuck a fork in an electrical socket. Great. Just what she needed at Alex Chen's pa...
Maya's fingers wrapped around her iPhone under the bench, screen glowing with unread texts. Her hair, still chlorine-crunchy from morning practice, probably looked like a disaster....
Maya smoothed her sundress for the third time, the fabric clinging like second thoughts. The invite said pool party, but nobody warned her that Tyler's house would basically be a m...
Maya sat cross-legged on her bed, watching Jay grind through the same zombie level for the third time. He kept dying at the same spawn point, resetting with this obsessive focus th...