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Maya's thumbs were practically vibrating against her cracked screen, doomscrolling through her feed while everyone else lived actual lives. The group chat was blowing up — Jake's e...
Maya stared at the massive papier-mâché **pyramid** looming in the gymnasium corner. Homecoming week. The ultimate test of high school survival. "You coming?" Priya yelled, alread...
Maya's vintage bucket hat felt like armor, or at least a really cute shield. She'd spent forty-five minutes perfecting the tilt—casual but intentional, like she hadn't tried at all...
I felt like a straight-up zombie by third period—dark circles under my eyes, brain barely functioning, living on three hours of sleep and an iced coffee that had stopped working ho...
The orange hair had seemed like such a good idea at midnight. A bottle of Sun-Kissed Sunset, a YouTube tutorial, and suddenly I was channeling main character energy—or so I'd thoug...
I stood in the corner of Taylor's basement, my sweaty palms pressed against my jeans like I was trying to fuse them to my legs. The air smelled like cheap body spray and desperate ...
The kitchen counter at Tyler's party was covered in red solo cups and half-empty bags of chips, but Maya was focused on the goldfish crackers scattered like orange confetti. She'd ...
The humidity in Maya's backyard was thick enough to chew. I stood at the edge of her above-ground **pool**, clutching my towel like a shield, while everyone else splashed around li...
Maya's palms were sweating, like actually dripping, and she wiped them on her new vintage Levi's for the third time. The hat—this perfectly broken-in dad cap she'd spent two weeks ...
Maya's iphone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. The group chat was blowing up — everyone was at Jordan's pool party, and she wasn't. "You coming?" flashed across her scre...
My hair looked like a wet poodle. Not the cute kind — the kind that's been through a washing machine set to "destroy." I'd spent two hours trying to perfect the messy-wave look May...
Maya's plan was flawless in theory. In execution? A total trainwreck. She'd been chatting with Leo on Snapchat for three weeks, and he'd finally invited her over to "chill and wat...