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Maya's friendship with Chloe had been feeling weird lately. Like, weird-weird. Ever since Chloe started hanging with the popular crowd at Northwood High, Maya had been vibing with ...
Maya's first week at Westwood High felt like climbing a pyramid made of Jell-O — slippery, wobbly, and everyone kept sliding past her. The cafeteria alone had three distinct tiers:...
Maya stared at the tray in front of her. The cafeteria **spinach** looked like it had seen better days—possibly sometime during the Bush administration. She poked it with her plast...
Maya stood at the edge of Court Three, clutching her padel racket like it might bite her. The elastic waistband of her mom's old tennis skirt dug into her stomach, and her newly ac...
Maya stood at the edge of the **pool**, clutching her phone like it was a lifeline. Which, technically, it was—she'd spent the entire summer doom-scrolling through everyone else's ...
I stared at my reflection, fingers tangled in the disaster that used to be my hair. The cheap box dye was supposed to give me "copper sunrise" vibes, but instead I looked like a tr...
I was literally 5k into my morning run when my phone buzzed in my armband. Paige. Again. 'U coming to jess's party??' I slowed to a walk, chest heaving. Paige and her friends had...
My iphone vibrated against the pool deck for the third time in five minutes. Instinctively, I reached for it, my fingers finding the smooth glass before I remembered—no phones allo...
I looked like a zombie. Like, actual walking dead status. Three hours of sleep because I'd been doom-scrolling until 3 AM, again. The cafeteria's fluorescent lighting wasn't helpin...
The first time I saw him at the baseball field, I was hiding behind the bleachers like a total creeper. My new pink hair—fresh from a box of dye that promised "vibrant sunset coppe...
Maya pulled her beanie **hat** down further, like maybe if she compressed her brain enough, she'd stop overthinking everything. The house party was already bumping - she could hear...
Maya adjusted her baseball cap, pulling the brim lower. Bad hair day was an understatement — more like bad hair life after the DIY dye job went wrong. Now here she was, at Tyler's ...