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Maya slumped against the cafeteria wall, phone buzzing with another group chat that didn't include her. Two weeks ago, she'd been the one making plans. Now her supposed bestie Jenn...
Maya's frayed charging cable mirrored her friendship with Jordan—both falling apart right before summer break. She twisted the plastic around her finger while staring at her phone ...
Maya's social life could be accurately represented as a pyramid. At the apex: seniors with perfect hair and curated Instagram feeds. In the middle: juniors with sensible footwear. ...
My baseball cap was basically glued to my head sophomore year. Dad's old Giants cap, frayed brim and sweat-stained crown, but it was my armor against the world—or at least against ...
Maya's contacts felt like sandpaper against her eyeballs. Three hours of sleep after finals week will do that to you. "You look like a actual zombie," Chloe said, passing her a re...
Maya clutched the papaya like it was a grenade, sweating through her flannel. Three weeks into sophomore year and she still couldn't figure out the cafeteria hierarchy—where did yo...
The sun beat down on the country club pool like it had something personal against me. I floated in the shallow end, wishing I could dissolve into the chlorinated water and escape t...
The orange hair dye sat on my counter like a dare. Three weeks into sophomore year and I was still the girl who blended into lockers, whose teachers forgot her name, who existed in...
Maya stood at the edge of the **pool**, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The end-of-summer bash raged around her—kids cannonballing, music thumping, Tyler Davidson laughing wit...
Maya crouched behind the dumpster behind the roller rink, her breath ghosting in the October chill. Being a spy wasn't exactly how she'd planned to spend her Friday night, but when...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her wild orange curls defying gravity, humidity, and every expensive hair product she'd wasted her allowance on. 'Looking like...
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...