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Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. The dark circles under her eyes were practically their own ecosystem. Three straight nights of binge-watching apocalypse drama...
Maya's palms were sweating—that next-level, gross dampness that no amount of wiping on her denim shorts would fix. She was sixteen, and somehow still didn't know how to exist at po...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating. She wiped them on her skinny jeans for the third time since getting off the bus. The Egyptian field trip had seemed like a goo...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in the frizzy mess she'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame. Her hair had always been too thick, too wild, too everything. The ...
My eyes burned with that familiar blue-light sting at 2 AM. Again. Lila had posted five stories while I was doomscrolling, each one making me feel more FOMO than the last. My iphon...
The cafeteria smelled like desperation and overcooked vegetables. freshman year, you know? Maya pushed her tray along the rail, trying to look like she belonged, like she hadn't sp...
The neon trucker **hat** sat sideways on my head, a desperate cry for attention that screamed "I'm trying too hard." I'd bought it thinking it would make me look like the cool seni...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. She smoothed down her orange sundress for the millionth time, immediately regretting her color choi...
Jordan leaned against the chain-link fence, feeling like a total zombie after three hours of AP History cramming. The baseball field lights hummed overhead, casting long shadows ac...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool clutching her solo cup like a lifeline. The end-of-summer party raged around her—laughter, splashing, that one song that had been everyone's earw...
Maya's first real party. Her older cousin's backyard bash, the kind where the bass shook windows three houses down. She'd spent forty minutes on her eyeliner, trying to look chill ...
Maya stood at the baseline of the padel court, her heart pounding like a bass drop at a homecoming dance. The new transfer student—everyone called him Sphinx because he never spoke...