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Maya's palms were sweating so much she thought they might short-circuit her phone. First house party of freshman year, and she was already hiding in the bathroom, scrolling through...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She was sixteen, why did her body still betray her like this? Leaning against Lucas's kitchen counter, she watched Jake from across the room. Th...
I feel like a zombie today. Not the cool apocalypse-fighting kind, but the high school junior version: three hours of sleep, chem test at 7 AM, and somehow still expected to perfor...
Marcus stood at home plate, baseball bat feeling like a lead weight in his sweaty palms. The entire sophomore class was watching—well, the ones who mattered anyway. Including Jorda...
The humidity had other plans for my hair. Like, seriously OTHER plans. By third period, my normally semi-decent waves had morphed into what my best friend Mei affectionately called...
Maya's iPhone screen glowed at 3% battery. Her thumb hovered over Leo's text—*want to come over?*—as she mentally replayed their hallway encounter that morning. He'd actually notic...
Maya was running on three hours of sleep and a venti Americano when her phone buzzed again. Another group chat notification from "#BossBabeTribe." "Yo Maya, did you hit your sales...
The papaya sat on the kitchen counter like an alien artifact, its spotted orange skin glowing under the party lights. Maya stood next to it, tugging at her dress — the one her mom ...
The chlorine hit my nose before I even saw it—Miller's annual end-of-school bash, visible from three blocks away by the sea of towels and bodies splashing in that above-ground pool...
Maya dragged herself onto the padel court, feeling like literal zombie trash. The summer social hadn't even started, and she was already operating on three hours of sleep and appro...
Maya stood in front of her mirror, orange hair dye staining her gloves like a crime scene she'd secretly committed. Senior year started in three days, and she was done being Invisi...
Maya's vintage denim hat sat perfectly on her curly hair—or at least that's what she told herself while standing outside the community center gym. Inside, the spring flaring danced...