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Maya's hair had betrayed her. Sometime between first period English and third lunch, whatever combo of humidity and hairspray she'd attempted had morphed into something she could o...
Maya felt like a straight-up **zombie** walking into Jordan's pool party. Three hours of sleep after finals week will do that to you. Her phone buzzed in her pocket—probably her mo...
The goldfish swam in tight, neurotic circles inside its glass prison. I watched it from the corner of Chloe's backyard party, feeling like I was doing the exact same thing—trapped,...
I stared at the lunch my grandma packed: sliced **papaya** in a Tupperware that smelled like summers spent in her Manila kitchen. I'd spent three years perfecting the art of hiding...
Marcus stared at the bathroom mirror, popping his third vitamin D supplement of the week. His mom swore it would help with energy, but the only thing he needed energy for was overt...
Maya's iPhone buzzed against her thigh, eighth notification in five minutes. Pool party texts blowing up the group chat like usual, while she sat curled on her bedroom floor, scrol...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The Taylor residence was basically a teenage social minefield—complete with actual mines in the form of eig...
Maya caught herself doing it again—three deep profile scrolls into Alex's Instagram. She wasn't even a real spy, just a freshman who'd accidentally liked a photo from 2019. The soc...
Maya's bedroom mirror reflected exactly what she didn't want to see: frizzy, uncooperative hair that refused to blend in with the sleek Instagram-perfect waves everyone else at Jef...
The coaxial cable lay severed on my bedroom floor, a casualty of my frantic attempt to reroute it behind my desk. Perfect. Now I'd miss the group chat coordinating Jake's pool part...
Maya's life was measured in likes. Her iPhone was practically glued to her hand, her thumb scrolling through feeds of people living seemingly perfect lives. At sixteen, she'd maste...
Maya yanked her dad's old fishing hat down over her ears, hoping the brim would shield her from the cafeteria's social pyramid. Freshman year at Northwood High felt like one giant ...