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I felt like a zombie. Three hours of sleep after binge-watching until 3 AM, then the SAT prep class my mom insisted would 'change my life.' My brain was mush, my eyes burned, and I...
I stood by the refreshment table at Maya's party, nursing a warm soda and feeling like the world's biggest loser. Everyone else seemed to know exactly what to do with their hands, ...
The scissors felt heavy in Maya's hand, like she was **bearing** the weight of every expectation everyone had ever placed on her. The mirror showed the same girl with the waist-len...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even stepped through the locker room doors. Friday night swim practice — aka the weekend's official killer. I adjusted my goggles, trying not to ...
The summer before junior year, I spent every morning running loops around the neighborhood until my legs felt like jelly and my lungs burned like I'd swallowed fire. Mom thought it...
Maya's philosophy on high school survival was simple: stay invisible, survive senior year, escape to college where nobody knew you accidentally called your teacher "mom" twice in f...
Pool parties at Maya's house were legendary, but that didn't stop my hands from sweating as I clutched my solo cup like it was a lifeline. Everyone looked so effortless, so at home...
Maya's phone buzzed for the third time in study hall. *bff needs u rn* read the text from Jordan. Funny how three letters could make your stomach drop like that. The papaya sat on...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her dad's oversized fishing hat like a shield. The water glittered with that fake innocent look, but she knew better. Swimming h...
Maya's hair had seen better days. The box dye—Midnight Raven, my ass—had turned her ginger waves into a patchy disaster that looked like a raccoon in an identity crisis. But that w...
Maya's lucky **hat** — a vintage Chicago Bulls cap with a slightly bent brim — was basically glued to her head. Freshman year at Crestwood High had been brutal, but the hat was her...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even saw the pool. I was already running late—again—my wet hair stuffed under a beanie, vitamin gummies from the morning still stuck in my teeth....