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Maya was running late, again. Her stupid alarm had gone off at 6 AM like it was supposed to, but she'd smashed snooze until 6:47, giving herself exactly twelve minutes to get ready...
Maya stared at the cafeteria ceiling, watching the fluorescent lights flicker like her confidence. At sixteen, she'd finally mapped Lincoln High's social pyramid—a geometric monstr...
Marcus stood outside the community center, smoothing down his dad's old baseball cap for the third time. The brim was curved slightly too aggressively, giving him that trying-too-h...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even stepped through the gate. Jessica's End-of-School Bash. The party everyone would be talking about on Monday. And me, standing there in my on...
My fedora was basically my security blanket. Like, I'd worn it every day since seventh grade, through phases and cringe moments and everything in between. But sophomore year, I dec...
The fiber optic cable lay across my bedroom floor like a black snake, my only lifeline to a world where I wasn't the quiet kid who sat alone at lunch. My mom called it unhealthy. I...
Marcus stood by the snack table at Jessica's end-of-school party, clutching a slice of papaya like it was a grenade. Who served papaya at a high school party? Apparently Jessica's ...
The hat was ridiculous. A neon green beanie with a plastic cat ear on top that I'd bought on impulse at Urban Outfitters, hoping it would make me look artsy and mysterious instead ...
The orange hair dye sat heavy in my pocket, a radioactive secret against my thigh during third period. My parents would kill me if they knew—Dad was still going on about how I need...
The pool deck at Tyler's house was basically a runway, and Maya was definitely underdressed in her one-piece from three summers ago. Meanwhile, Jenna and her squad were in matching...
Maya's cousin's graduation party felt like walking into a Instagram filter come to life — everywhere she looked, someone was documenting their allegedly authentic experience for th...
Maya's fingers trembled as she fumbled with the fraying **cable** behind her bedroom door. 3:47 AM. The blue light from her **iPhone** cast ghostly shadows across her walls as she ...