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Maya''s parents didn''t know she couldn''t swim. At sixteen, that was practically criminal—especially living in California where everyone assumed you emerged from the womb doing ba...
Maya's eyelids felt like they'd been glued shut. Zombie mode activated, again. Third night this week she'd stayed up until 3 AM, and honestly? Worth it. "You stuck on the sphinx a...
Maya's night was going straight to hell, and it was only 10 PM. She'd spent two hours curling her hair, three stress-eating variations of chips, and approximately forty-seven seco...
2:47 AM. Again. Maya rolled over in bed, her face illuminated by the iPhone screen glow that had become her personal midnight sun. She felt like a zombie—honestly, she'd been runn...
Maya's social pyramid had clear levels. The popular girls formed the gleaming apex, their iPhones perpetually documenting their flawless lives. Then there was everyone else, drifti...
Maya stood in front of her bathroom mirror, scissors trembling in her hand. The packet of Cherry Bomb red hair dye sat on the counter like a dare. "Do it," she whispered. Her p...
Maya stared at the lunchroom's invisible **pyramid**—the seniors at top tables, freshmen scattered like confetti at the bottom. She sat somewhere in the middle, next to her former ...
Maya stared into her bathroom mirror, her frizzy **hair** defying every product she'd tried. The party started in forty-five minutes, and she was already spiraling. "You look fine...
The goldfish — a carnival prize I'd won with three pathetic throws — floated belly-up in its bowl on my dresser. Three days. That was how long it took me to kill something that was...
The palm of my hand wouldn't stop sweating. I stood against the chain-link fence, watching as Marcus and the guys laughed near the dugout. They were the kind of loud that sounded ...
Maya's sweaty palm practically slipped off her phone as she scrolled TikTok for the tenth time. Tyler's beach rager was supposed to be the night everything changed—the night she fi...
I was practically hyperventilating before I even stepped through the gate. Jessica's pool party. The social event of the season, and somehow, I'd actually been invited. Probably be...