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The fluorescent bathroom mirror showed exactly what Maya felt like: a walking corpse. Three hours into her first high school house party, and she was definitely running on zombie m...
Riley struck out for the third time that practice, the baseball mocking him as it clattered into the catcher's mitt. "Nice swing, princess," Tyler called from the outfield, prompti...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her dress—third time in five minutes—as the bass from Tyler's party thudded through the floorboards like a second heartbeat. "...
The pool lights turned everything blue-green underwater. That's where Maya preferred to be — beneath the surface, where the noise of the party got muffled into distant vibrations, ...
The orange hair dye had been Maya's rebellion against her mother's "natural is beautiful" speech. Now, standing in front of Pet Paradise with her bright copper curls frizzing in th...
Maya's brain felt like a zombie's — mushy, half-alive, definitely not functioning on all cylinders. Three hours of TikTok scrolling will do that to you. She groaned, rolling over i...
The snapback sat pulled low on Marcus's head, his only shield against the backyard chaos. Tyler's end-of-school bash was everything he hated: chlorine-heavy air, bass thumping hard...
The first day of sophomore year, I made a vow: no more being invisible. My sister Maya left a bottle of gummy vitamins on my desk with a sticky note that said 'Grow a spine, lil be...
Maya felt like a spy in her own life, invisible and observing from the edges. Freshman year at Northwood High was basically a social experiment she was failing, sitting alone at lu...
Maya's hair smelled like chlorine and regret. She'd spent the entire summer at the community pool, mostly because her mom signed her up for swimming lessons without asking, but als...
Maya's legs burned as she kept running, each stride on the cross country trail feeling heavier than the last. Coach Reynolds said she had potential, but honestly? She mostly just r...
Six a.m. practice. Again. Maya dragged herself to the pool, feeling like a total zombie after three straight days of finals week. Her phone buzzed in her bag — another ignored text...