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Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically wring out her hands. Standing at the baseline of the padel court, she adjusted her grip on the racquet for the fifteenth ti...
I'm shuffling through the hallways like a total zombie, barely awake after pulling an all-nighter for history. Northwood High's social pyramid looms ahead — varsity football at the...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, hair slicked back into the tight regulation bun required for debate team. The pyramid of social status at Northwood High had c...
The first thing you notice at Jordan's pool party is how everyone moves in synchronized chaos—like they all got a memo I missed. My flip-flops slap against the concrete too loud. M...
Maya's iPhone 13 buzzed against her nightstand for the third time in five minutes. Another Snapchat notification from Kyle. The bubbles in her stomach did backflips. "You coming t...
The goldfish was supposed to be temporary. A henna tattoo. That was the lie Maya told herself when she let Jess ink it on her ankle during third period study hall. Now it was perma...
My first real job was at Nature's Best, this overpriced juice bar in the mall where health-obsessed moms and gym bros congregated. I was sixteen, needed money for concert tickets, ...
Maya's phone buzzed in her pocket as she stood at the edge of the community pool, chlorine stinging her nose. The annual summer pool party. The social event of eighth grade. And sh...
The Friday night sleepover was supposed to be legendary. Maya and her best friends had planned it for weeks — horror movies, junk food, and the ultimate Pinterest hair dye experime...
The orange hair was the first thing everyone noticed. Being a redhead at sixteen was basically a personality trait I hadn't signed up for. "GINGER POWER" my best friend Maya had wr...
Maya stood outside the house party gripping her orange soda like it was a lifeline. The bass thumped through the door like a second heartbeat. Inside, everyone was probably doing c...
The hallway smelled like desperation and cheap body spray. I shuffled to my locker, feeling like a total zombie after staying up until 2 AM finishing that history project. My mom's...