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Maya pulled the faded **baseball** cap over her curls for the third time, checking her reflection in the locker room mirror. The hat was two sizes too big—Drew's hand-me-down from ...
Maya's vintage fedora collection was basically her personality—quirky, curated, and totally hiding what was underneath. The navy blue one with the feather? That was her armor again...
The cafeteria hummed with that specific lunch-period frequency—clattering trays, whispering drama, someone laughing too loud at a table by the windows. I sat alone, staring at my t...
I hadn't heard from Leo in three weeks. Ever since he made varsity lacrosse, my former best friend had been ghosting me harder than a bad WiFi signal. I was rotting on my bedroom f...
Maya had spent forty-five minutes on her hair. Forty-five. Her usual routine was 'wash and go,' but tonight was different. Tonight, she was finally FaceTiming Kai, the cute junior ...
I'd been spying on him since September—not in a creepy way, just strategic observation. Alex Rivera sat two rows ahead in homeroom, his hair always catching that perfect slice of s...
Maya's charging cable had been dying for months. The rubber casing peeled away like dead skin, exposing the wire beneath. Every night, she'd twist it into this specific angle—the M...
The worst thing about eighth grade isn't the homework or the awkward locker combinations or even the way your voice cracks at the worst possible moments. It's the way your brain de...
Maya stared at the glowing cable box, its blue light the only illumination in her basement room. Another Friday night scrolling through endless feeds while her "friends" posted abo...
Lila pressed her back against the brick wall behind the 7-Eleven, heart hammering like she'd just run a marathon. In her hand: a pristine navel orange, stolen on a dare because her...
Maya stood outside Tyler's house wearing the fox dress she'd spent three weeks' allowance on. It wasn't literally fox-print—thank god—but the shade called "Vixen Orange" made her f...
Maya's phone buzzed under the cafeteria table. Another notification from the anonymous Instagram account that had been documenting every awkward moment of her sophomore year. She f...