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Maya's iPhone screen glowed in the dark bedroom, illuminating her flushed cheeks. 16 years old and stuck at home on a Friday night while her friends were at Tyler's party. The FOMO...
Maya had spent three years climbing the high school social pyramid—those concrete bleachers where the popular kids sat like pharaohs at the top, while everyone else scattered below...
The neon beanie sat pulled low over Maya's eyes, hiding the dark circles that had taken up permanent residence beneath them. She was running on three hours of sleep and existential...
Summer pool parties at the Oak Creek Club were basically social warfare, and I was chronically unarmed. The cooler kids ruled the padel courts with their expensive gear and effortl...
The orange fluorescent hum of the Health Haven sign buzzed above me as I leaned against the counter, dying a little inside. My parents' store—aka the social death sentence of my so...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, finger tracing the piece of **spinach** wedged between her front teeth. Perfect. Just perfect. Out by the **pool**, Jordan an...
Maya's palms were sweating—like, actually sweating—as she stood outside Jordan's house. The bass from inside vibrated through the soles of her canvas slip-ons. This was it. The fir...
The papaya sat on the kitchen counter like a radioactive alien egg — all bumpy and orange-red, completely out of place in our house that usually smelled like burnt coffee and my ol...
My hair was a disaster. "Dude, it's not that bad," Theo lied, staring at the back of my head like it was a crime scene. "My barber literally gave me a mullet by accident. An acci...
The snapback was my armor. Freshman year, and I'd convinced myself that if I wore it low enough, nobody would notice I was terrified. The pool party at Jessica's house was supposed...
Maya's phone buzzed at 2 AM. Another text from Leo, her best friend since sixth grade, the guy who'd somehow transformed from a brace-faced nerd into the person everyone wanted to ...
Marcus felt like a spy in his own life, watching from the third-row bleachers while his classmates lived their actual lives down on the field. The baseball game mattered less than ...