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I was having a full-blown panic attack at 2 AM because my cat Luna decided that sleeping on my face wasn't enough attention — she needed to knock over my entire gaming setup while ...
Maya's hands shook as she adjusted her fedora—a black felt hat she'd thrifted to look confident at Tyler's party. The fedora sat slightly crooked, like her nerves. The backyard bu...
I'd perfected the art of being invisible by sophomore year. Not spy-movie invisible—more like ghost-in-the-hallway, blend-into-the-lockers invisible. Until The Incident with the sp...
Sixteen-year-old Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangled in wild frizzy hair that refused to be tamed. The bottle of vitamin gummies on her bathroom counter mocked her—her m...
Maya gripped the padel racket until her knuckles turned white. Across the net, Chloe and her squad laughed like they owned the country club — which, technically, their families kin...
The first week of freshman year, I learned that high school is basically just a rodeo where everyone's pretending they know how to ride the bull. I was sitting in AP Biology, mindi...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be my moment. You know, the one where the awkward girl from junior year transforms into someone actually worth noticing. I'd spent w...
Maya's mom was pushing her toward the pool party like she was a newborn bird being kicked out of the nest. "You'll have fun! Just bring your swimsuit and be yourself!" Easy for h...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in the frizzy disaster that used to be sleek waves. The humidity had completely betrayed her, and now her hair looked like she'd stu...
Maya stared at her reflection, ready to cry. Her hair, supposedly styled for homecoming, looked like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket. The expensive stylist had promi...
Alex Chen, self-appointed social **spy** of Northwood High, crouched behind the cafeteria's potted ficus, phone clutched like a weapon. His mission: gather intel on whether Sarah, ...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers twisting a frizzy curl around her index finger. The hair situation was officially a crisis. Three hours until the Summer Kickoff Party and he...