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Maya's hair was supposed to be cherry red. Instead, it looked like a highlighter exploded on her head. Her mom's classic reaction: "You look like a traffic cone." Rude, but honestl...
Maya's sweaty palm rested on the smooth stone of the middle school bleachers, her heart thumping like a bass-heavy trap song. Below her, Jason—the cutest sophomore in existence—was...
The backyard humidity hit me like a physical thing — thick, sticky, full of chlorine and expensive perfume. Tyler's pool party. The social event of the summer, and I was vibrating ...
Maya leaned against the chain-link fence, feeling like a total spy watching the cool kids at Tyler's pool party. It was lame, she knew, but she'd been crushing on Tyler since fresh...
Marcus's palms were sweating. Again. He gripped his **iphone** tighter, scrolling through Maya's Instagram for the third time today. Baseball practice had ended twenty minutes ago,...
The notification pinged at 8:47 AM. Someone had viewed my Instagram story. I groaned into my pillow and grabbed my phone, feeling like a total weirdo because I'd been pretending ...
Maya smoothed down her dress for the thousandth time, the fabric suddenly feeling too tight, too everything. She felt like a bear in a costume—one of those ridiculous mascot outfit...
Maya stared at the blender like it held nuclear waste. Her phone buzzed — group chat exploding about Jordan's party tonight. "You going?" Sarah had texted. "Liam will be there." ...
By third period AP Chem, I was basically a **zombie**. No joke—I'd spent all night doomscrolling and now my brain felt like it was running on 2% battery. My eyelids kept doing that...
Maya dragged herself into third period, feeling like a straight-up zombie. Between AP Euro, debate club, and her TikTok addiction, she'd been running on three hours of sleep and ca...
Maya stared at the cafeteria's social pyramid from her usual corner table. At the top sat the popular kids — the ones with perfect hair and effortless confidence. Maya existed some...
Maya stood at the edge of the backyard, clutching her iPhone like a lifeline. The screen glowed with three unread texts from her mom—classic.—but her real focus was on the social p...