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Maya felt like a straight-up zombie as she leaned against the patio fence, operating on two hours of sleep and three iced coffees. Jayden's pool party was supposed to be The Event ...
Jordan's hair hit her waist, same since fifth grade when her mom said "long hair is pretty." She'd been hiding behind it ever since - middle school anxiety, high school invisibilit...
Maya stared at the lunchroom's invisible pyramid from her solo spot near the vending machines. Top tier: the varsity jacket crew, laughing loud enough to echo. Middle: the normal k...
Maya's palms were sweating—like, actually dripping—because she was about to do something absolutely deranged. She was going to talk to Him. You know, Nico from chemistry? The one w...
The orange swimsuit felt too bright, like a neon sign screaming "look at me." Maya clutched her towel at the edge of the pool, watching the popular kids splash around like they own...
Maya's legs burned as she kept running, past the manicured lawns and McMansions of her suburban nightmare. The bass from Jason's party still thumped in her chest—or maybe that was ...
Marcus's lungs burned as his sneakers slapped the pavement, the rhythm of running the only thing keeping his anxiety at bay. Two miles into his Saturday morning route, he spotted i...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically slide her phone right out of her hand. Senior year. The final showcase. And somehow she'd let Jessica talk her into performi...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his vitamin D supplement like it was some kind of magical shield against social awkwardness. His mom had shoved it into his hand wit...
I crouched behind the neighbor's prize-winning azaleas, my phone clutched like a weapon. Technically, I wasn't a real spy—unless you counted my Instagram stakeout skills, which hon...
My hair was supposed to be sleek, straight, and perfect for Jordan's party. Instead, I looked like a poodle that survived a tornado. "Ugh, WHY does my hair have a mind of its own?...
Maya's palms were sweating against her **iphone** as she scrolled through TikTok for the tenth time that morning. Her **dog**, Buster, nudged her hand with a wet nose, probably sen...