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Maya stood against the wall at Tyler's party, nursing a papaya smoothie she'd impulsively grabbed from the kitchen counter because holding something—anything—made her look less lik...
I was a zombie. Not the brain-eating kind, but the worse kind — the kind who'd stayed up until 4 AM every night that week because Marcus stopped replying to my texts and my brain r...
Maya's natural **hair** was one giant question mark she couldn't figure out how to answer. At seventeen, everyone else seemed to have solved themselves already. Jordan had the effo...
Maya's palms were already sweating, and she hadn't even left her room yet. She stared at herself in the mirror, clutching the stupid beanie her sister had insisted would make her ...
The baseball hat was basically my security blanket—pulled low over my eyes, hiding the fact that I was low-key freaking out. I'd been crushing on Liam since seventh grade, and here...
Maya's first mistake was letting Chloe convince her that LuLaWhat was "literally the pyramid scheme of our generation, but like, in a good way." Her second mistake was bringing th...
Leo stood at the bottom of the high school food pyramid, watching the seniors at the apex glide through the hallway like they owned the place. Freshman year was basically a trainin...
Maya's eyes burned like she'd been staring at the sun, which, technically, she had—her phone screen glowing at 2 AM while her crush's profile sat open. She was basically a zombie a...
My charging cable lay frayed on the carpet like a dead snake, its blue wire exposed after months of abuse. I stared at my iphone screen dimming to 3% and felt my chest tighten. Ton...
The bathroom mirror reflected someone I barely recognized - me, but with hair the color of strawberry bubblegum. Three hours of bleaching and dye, just because Tyler mentioned once...
Lena's palms were sweating so bad she could practically wring them out. Freshman year at Northwood High felt like one giant anxiety attack wrapped in a mini skirt, and today? Today...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, chlorine stinging his nose. Below him, his iPhone glowed faintly through three feet of water—his entire life, his social standing, his careful...