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Maya's fingers hovered over her **iPhone**, screen glowing in the dark bathroom of what was supposed to be the party of the year. Outside, muffled bass thumped against the door, bu...
Maya's been running from her feelings all semester, but tonight she's literally running—down the basement stairs at Jake's house party, away from Tyler's third attempt to "just tal...
The pyramid sat in the middle of the cafeteria lunch table like a throne—three stacks of lukewarm pizza boxes arranged by Chloe, who sat at the apex with her iPhone 15 Pro Max visi...
The hat was everything. A beat-up navy blue snapback that Maya's older brother left when he moved out, pulled low enough to hide her forehead but not so low that it looked try-hard...
Maya stood frozen at the edge of the deck, clutching her vitamin D bottle like it was some kind of magical talisman that could make her invisible. The sophomore class pool party ra...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The party was already in full swing—laughter echoed off the concrete, bass thumped from somewhere inside th...
Maya's hair was supposed to be subtle highlights. Maybe some warm caramel tones to brighten things up before regionals. Instead, she looked like a mermaid who'd been electrocuted. ...
Maya pulled her orange beanie down lower over her ears. It was her armor—this goofy, bright-orange hat she'd found at the thrift store that somehow made her invisible when she need...
My social life was basically a pyramid scheme I'd accidentally bought into freshman year. The popular kids at the top, the rest of us paying monthly installments of dignity just to...
The barber's scissors hovered near my ear. Four inches. That's how much I was cutting off. "You sure?" my mom asked from the waiting area. She'd driven me to the same salon since ...
Maya Chen had spent two weeks analyzing Lincoln High's social pyramid like it was a science fair project. At the apex: the Padel Court Royals—students whose parents owned membershi...
Marcus felt like a zombie by third period, the kind of walking dead that caffeinated energy drinks couldn't fix. His eyes burned from staying up until 3 AM grinding ranked matches,...