Running Up the Social Pyramid
The cross country team stretched on the grass like a sprawling orange snake, our uniforms bright against the October morning. I adjusted my ponytail, trying not to look at the vars...
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The cross country team stretched on the grass like a sprawling orange snake, our uniforms bright against the October morning. I adjusted my ponytail, trying not to look at the vars...
Maya's hair frizzed in the humidity as she hovered near the snack table, doing her best impression of someone who definitely wasn't spying. Across the pool, Chloe—her former best f...
Mia's sophomore year had been one long exercise in feeling like she was missing some crucial memo everyone else had received. While her friends perfected their Instagram feeds and ...
Maya felt like a zombie at Jason's Halloween party. Not the cool, flesh-eating kind with dramatic makeup — more like the undead version of herself, dragging her body through the cr...
The goldfish bowl sat on Maya's nightstand, its tiny orange inhabitant doing lazy laps. Finn—she'd named him after the boy she'd been crushing on for three years—was probably the o...
The kitchen reeked of papaya—that weird tropical fruit someone's health-obsessed aunt brought to Maya's house party. I leaned against the counter, clutching my plastic goldfish bow...
Maya's frizzy **hair** defied the humidity-resistant gel she'd spent twenty minutes applying, which was just proof that the universe wanted her to be awkward at Jordan's party. She...
Maya's phone buzzed with another group chat notification — the squad making plans without her, again. She tossed it onto her bed and grabbed her running shoes. This was her new thi...
The hallway stretched before me like a fluorescent-lit tomb, and I was definitely one of the zombies shuffling through it. Third period Wednesday, and my brain had officially left ...
My palms were sweating so much I could barely grip the bat. Like, actual puddles forming in my hands. Coach Miller kept yelling something about "keeping your eye on the ball," but ...
The bonfire crackled against the inky black sky, sparks drifting up like fireflies trying to escape. I stood near the **water**, my bare toes digging into cool sand, watching every...
The cable's hopelessly tangled. Again. "You ready or what?" Jake yells through my locked door. "People are waiting." I've been hiding behind a filter for two years while everyone...