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Maya felt like a total spy, crouched behind the library shelves, watching Ethan laugh at something Rachel said. She'd been "observing" him for three weeks now—basically stalking hi...
The pool party was supposed to be the comeback. After months of being basically invisible in the hallways, I'd finally been invited to Jessica's thing. My iPhone buzzed in my pocke...
The ball bounced off the padel racket with a satisfying thwack, but I missed it completely. Again. "You good, Maya?" Jordan called from across the court, wiping sweat from his for...
Maya stared at her reflection, running fingers through her newly-dyed orange hair. It wasn't just orange — it was ORANGE. Like traffic-cone, safety-vest, absolutely-no-missing-this...
Maya pulled the orange hoodie tighter around herself. Her mom had bought it on clearance — bright, unapologetic orange, the kind that demanded attention. Exactly what Maya didn't w...
Maya's hair had a mind of its own. That morning, it decided to stage a rebellion — frizzy, untamable, absolutely not Instagram-ready. She sighed, grabbing her favorite beanie to co...
Maya's hair was supposed to be the thing. The chop. The statement. Instead, she stood in front of her bathroom mirror, staring at a jagged disaster that looked like a lawnmower acc...
I walked into homeroom feeling like a straight-up zombie. Three hours of sleep will do that to you—thanks, TikTok rabbit hole at 2 AM. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as I s...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The annual summer block party thumped with bass music, and practically everyone from sophomore year was alr...
The social hierarchy at Camp Tall Pines operated like a pyramid—Kayla at the apex, her inner circle in the middle, and everyone else fighting for space at the base. I'd landed some...
The stray cat showed up every Tuesday night, sitting like a judgmental gargoyle on the rusted fence of my apartment complex. I'd named him Reaper, because the cat was literally kil...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically water plants with them. She gripped her phone tighter, staring at Leo's Instagram story from fifteen minutes ago. Everyone a...