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I was going to be different. Sophomore year was my fresh start, and this summer I was going to curate a whole new Maya. One who didn't say "like" every three seconds. One who didn'...
My friend Marcus—aka my ride-or-die—adjusted the fedora I'd stupidly worn to Tyler's pool party. 'You look like a detective from a bad Netflix show,' he said, barely containing his...
Maya's summer was supposed to be boring. Instead, she discovered her neighbor was a spy. It started with the papaya. Mr. Henderson kept leaving the weird fruit on their doorstep, ...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time, staring at herself in the bathroom mirror. The spring formal was in two hours, and her hai...
Maya's iPhone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. Another group chat blowing up without her. Again. 'Sry stuck at family dinner' she'd typed earlier, a lie that tasted like...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate that morning. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame the frizzy disaster into something resembling the sleek, straight aesthetic everyone at...
Maya stared at her phone screen, thumb hovering over the post button. The cafeteria picture from twenty minutes ago — her and Chloe laughing over chocolate milk, looking like the u...
The goldfish bowl sat on Maya's nightstand, its lone orange fish staring blankly as she double-checked her outfit. Third day of padel camp, and somehow, she'd already managed to ge...
Marcus stood by the **orange** sunset bleeding across the school parking lot, phone buzzing in his pocket. "You coming?" Jenna's text read. Third time she'd asked. His **cat** Man...
The coaxial cable snaked through my sweaty fingers like a dead snake. Another Saturday, another graduation party hookup job. My best friend Levi caught my eye from across the backy...
I'd spent all summer carefully curating my vibe—reading indie comics, listening to bands nobody'd heard of, basically doing everything except hanging out with actual humans. Which ...
Maya dragged herself through the hallway like a **zombie**, surviving on three hours of sleep and whatever dignity she could scrape together. Junior year was absolutely wrecking he...