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I'd been a spy all sophomore year. Not the cool kind with gadgets and explosions, but the invisible-at-lunch kind. Watch Jordan from across the cafeteria, analyze Maya's squad dyna...
Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, clutching her racket like it might save her from total social extinction. The humidity in South Florida made everything sticky — her clot...
The orange glow of the party lights washed across Maya's face as she stood near the garage, clutching her red Solo cup like it was a lifeline. This was supposed to be the party of ...
The smoothie sat on the kitchen counter like a toxic puddle from a nuclear swamp. Maya's mom had gone through a wellness phase, which meant Maya's breakfast now consisted of spinac...
Maya felt like a straight-up zombie as she trudged onto the baseball field for tryouts. Three hours of sleep after finishing that AP History paper would do that to you. But Dad had...
The summer before freshman year, I felt like a zombie going through the motions. Wake up, scroll TikTok, contemplate existence, repeat. But baseball? That was supposed to be my thi...
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 ...