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Maya felt like a zombie. Not the cool TikTok kind with dramatic eye makeup and torn fishnets — the exhausted, walking-through-jello kind that came from three weeks of overthinking ...
Maya stared at her iPhone, the blue light washing over her face in the darkness of her room. Another notification from the group chat blowing up about Jasmine's post. The digital p...
Maya's phone lit up her face in the darkness—3:14 AM. Again. She'd been doomscrolling through Alyssa's story archive for forty-five minutes, basically cyber-stalking the girl whose...
Maya felt like a **zombie** as she dragged herself through the crowded house party, three hours of sleep the night before catching up with her. The bass thumped in her chest as she...
The social pyramid at Westwood High was brutal—freshers at the bottom, seniors at the top, and somewhere in the middle of it all was me, Kai, trying to survive sophomore year witho...
The first day of sophomore year, I made two mistakes: I wore my dad's vintage fedora, and I thought nobody would notice. "Nice hat, Harrison Ford," Marcus called from across the h...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even saw the pool — that chemical blue promise of Saturday status. Maya's house. The kind of party that could make or break your entire sophomore...
Maya's orange hair wasn't a choice—it was a statement. Or at least that's what she told herself when she showed up to school with freshly dyed locks that screamed "I'm different, d...
Maya's snapback sat pulled low, hiding eyes that still felt puffy from crying in the bathroom stall earlier. The hat was her armor—how she'd survived the cafeteria incident yesterd...
Maya stood at the edge of the community **pool**, her whistle hanging heavy around her neck. It was her first summer job, and she'd spent the morning mentally rehearsing her author...
The text bubble on my screen kept glowing brighter: 'Pool party @ Maya's — bring a swimsuit and a plus one!' I'd been waiting for this invitation since seventh grade, and now it wa...
Maya's thumb hovered over the follow button for the third time today. Her iPhone screen glowed in her dark room, 11:47 PM burning bright in the corner. She'd been basically cyber...