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Maya's eyes narrowed as she watched Jayden stuff another glossy brochure into his backpack during third period. Since he'd started hanging with the seniors last month, he'd been di...
Maya felt like a zombie. Actually, scratch that — zombies at least had a purpose. Brains. She was just hollowed out, moving through senior year on autopilot while everyone else see...
Maya's legs burned as she rounded the corner, her phone clutched in her hand. She wasn't running from anything—well, except the realization that she'd ghosted the group chat for th...
Maya stood frozen in the doorway of Tyler's basement, the thumping bass vibrating through her Converses. This was it. Her first high school party. And she was already regretting ev...
Maya felt like a total spy, crouched behind the library shelves with her phone tilted just right to capture Connor at his usual table. She'd been "gathering intel" for weeks now—kn...
The oversized trucker hat sat perched on my head like a desperate cry for coolness. I'd spent forty-five minutes positioning it just right in the mirror—slid back to show my bangs,...
The first Wednesday of sophomore year, my mom decided we were going 'exotic' with lunch. That's how I ended up sitting in the cafeteria with a container of cubed papaya, watching t...
Maya's laptop screen glowed at 11:47 PM, illuminating her determined face as she scrolled through Instagram for the third time that night. She was basically a professional social m...
The clippers buzzed like an angry hornet near my ear, but I didn't flinch. When my sister finally pulled them away, chunks of my dark curls covered the bathroom floor like confetti...
I felt like a total zombie at Tyler's party. Like, actually undead. My phone was at 8% and my social battery was hovering somewhere in the negatives. I'd spent three hours getting ...
Maya's life was officially over. At least, that's how it felt standing at the edge of Jake Henderson's pool party, three pieces of **spinach** visibly wedged between her front teet...
I was supposed to be the star pitcher. Dad's legacy, coach's golden boy, the guy who could throw a fastball that made hitters' knees buckle. Instead, I was just a guy with a goldfi...