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The bull in the arena didn't scare me half as much as my mother's voice did. "Mija, you're fifteen now. Time to stop looking like you just rolled out of bed." I tugged at my curls...
My faded **baseball** cap pulled low, I sat on the bench feeling like actual death. Finals week had turned me into a **zombie** — three nights of half-sleep, surviving on vending m...
Jordan stared at their reflection, the fedora tilted at just the right angle. It was ridiculous, honestly—who wore fedoras to house parties? But Jordan wasn't exactly known for mak...
The day my sister got involved in that essential oils pyramid scheme was the same day our goldfish, Bubbles, staged his Great Escape. I was fifteen, spending way too much time anal...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party like she'd forgotten how to human. Lowkey, she wanted to bolt. Cross-country practice had ended two hours ago, but her legs still buzzed wi...
My iPhone screen was already cracked when I walked onto the padel court, which felt like a sign. A bad one. The other kids looked like they'd been born holding racquets. Me? I'd he...
Maya's fingers hovered over her phone screen, The Sphinx study guide glaring back at her. Three hours until the hardest history exam of her sophomore year, and here she was, suppos...
Maya clutched her iPhone like a lifeline, screen lighting up with notifications she couldn't bring herself to check. The end-of-summer pool party raged around her—bodies splashing,...
I stood by the snack table at Tyler's party, nursing a lukewarm soda like it was my job. Again. My beanie was pulled low—my safety hat, the one I never took off because I was terri...
Maya's iphone buzzed on her nightstand, that insistent ping that pulled her from sleep at 2:47 AM. Groggy, she reached for it, expecting another spam text or group chat gone wild. ...
Maya's sweaty palm pressed against the kitchen counter as she watched the party unfold from the safety of the snack table. The basement of Jessica's house had transformed into what...
Maya's mom called the bright orange beanie "that ridiculous thing" but to Maya, it was armor. Freshman year at Creekwood High meant invisible rules Maya was still learning, and the...