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Maya's thumb hovered over her iPhone screen, doom-scrolling through TikToks at 2 AM while the rest of the house slept. The blue light washed over her face as she watched people her...
Maya's life was divided into two worlds: the **baseball** field where everyone worshipped her older brother Ryan, and the **swimming** pool where she was invisible. Or at least, s...
Maya felt like a zombie. Not the cool, glittery kind from TV shows—the actual exhausted, sleep-deprived, brain-has-turned-to-mush kind that resulted from staying up until 3 AM fini...
Maya's iphone buzzed for the third time in thirty seconds. 'R U coming?' flashed across the screen from Zach, along with three sweaty-face emojis. She stood outside the padel cour...
Maya's life felt like one long Monday. She dragged herself through the hallways of Jefferson High feeling like a total zombie—thanks to staying up till 3 AM scrolling through TikTo...
Sixteen-year-old Maya dragged herself through the school hallway feeling like a total zombie. Three AP classes, volleyball practice, and student council meetings had turned her int...
Summer meant three things: no alarm clock, hanging at the pool, and my dad making me help with his cable installation business. I was sixteen, needed cash for concert tickets, and ...
Maya's orange hair felt like a beacon screaming "look at me" as she hovered at the edge of Kyle's basement party. She'd dyed it yesterday, impulse decision after another fight with...
Marcus thought he was being smooth, a total ninja in his conquest to win over Jasmine, the shortstop with the rocket arm and the smile that made his brain malfunction. He'd spent t...
Maya's iPhone died at 11:47 PM - exactly when Tyler finally noticed her existence. Of course. Because the universe had a personal vendetta against her social life. "You got a cab...
I hadn't planned on spending my first Saturday as a sophomore marching down Main Street with green slime dripping from my chin, but here we were. The Pet Emporium's grand opening ...
Maya's legs burned as she kept running, the cross-country trail stretching ahead like her future—uncertain but filled with possibility. At sixteen, everything felt like this: breat...