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Maya's iPhone buzzed in her hand, another notification from the group chat. The pool party was already trending, apparently. She stood by the edge of Jake's pool, watching the soci...
Maya's Saturday night was supposed to be Netflix and chill—literally just Netflix and actual chilling by herself—but her older sister had other plans. "You're coming to Jake's part...
My hair was supposed to be caramel highlights. Instead, it looked like a raccoon died on my head. "It's not that bad," Maya lied, barely looking up from her phone. "My mom's gonn...
Maya's phone buzzed with the fifth Instagram story from the camping trip — everyone at Camp Wawayanda looked so aesthetic, so perfect. Jake and Chloe cuddling by the fire. The squa...
Maya stared at the **pyramid** of multivitamin bottles on her bathroom counter—her mom's latest attempt to fix everything that was "wrong" with her sophomore year. "Just take them,...
Maya's iPhone buzzed with another suspicious notification from Jordan. 'Hey, what's the tea with Sarah?' read the text, which would've been normal if Jordan hadn't been ghosting he...
Maya's phone buzzed again. Another text from Kai about padel practice at the rec center. They used to be inseparable—two weirdos bonding over anime and cafeteria conspiracy theorie...
Maya's thumb hovered over the screen, her iPhone lighting up with another group chat notification. *Pool party @ Jake's. 2 PM. Everyone coming.* She stared at her reflection in th...
Maya's iPhone buzzed against her thigh — third time this minute. The group chat was losing it over something Tyler posted, obviously, but her legs burned too much to care. Cross-co...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate. Again. She stared at her reflection, the frizzy halo defying gravity and confidence alike. Third day of sophomore year, and she still felt like ev...
I'm a zombie. Officially. Four hours of sleep, three Red Bulls, and still somehow expected to decode AP Literature while my brain feels like it's been put through a blender on "fra...
Maya's fingers hovered over her iPhone screen, the perfect caption escaping her. #PoolPartyGoals seemed basic, but #LivingMyBestLife felt fake. The water shimmered behind her, blue...