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Maya's hair had always been her safety blanket—a waist-length curtain she could duck behind when things got awkward. Which was often. But today, standing in front of her bathroom m...
Maya dragged herself into third period, feeling like the walking dead. Three hours of sleep + AP Euro crash studying = one certified zombie. She slid into her desk next to Jordan, ...
The cable guy uniform was hideous. I'm talking neon orange polo withstretch pants that should be illegal. But I needed money for concert tickets, and apparently your cousin Tony ca...
The bull session started like every other Friday night in Maya's basement—six of us cramped on the futon, passing chips, pretending we weren't all checking our phones every thirty ...
Maya dragged herself to the padel court at 6 AM, feeling like a complete zombie. Summer intensives were brutal, especially when her parents had decided she needed "more structure" ...
Maya's hair frizzed in the humidity, the electric atmosphere of the summer padel tournament making everything feel charged. She adjusted her ponytail, watching as Sophia—her former...
The WiFi cable dangling from Maya's ceiling fan should've been my first warning. Friday night, week three of sophomore year, and I was literally tethered to the wall like some digi...
Maya pressed her face against the cold window, her phone clutched in one hand like a weapon. She was the worst kind of zombie — the kind running on three hours of sleep and pure an...
I was basically a zombie at 7 AM, running on two hours of sleep and three energy drinks. The AP History presentation was due first period, and my brain felt like it had been replac...
My mom's new 'business opportunity' arrived in a box marked VITALITY in aggressive orange letters. Another pyramid scheme. Last month it was essential oils, now it's vitamin supple...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time, clutching the emergency vitamin gummies in her pocket like they were som...
The backyard pool shimmered like liquid glass, reflecting the dying sunlight. Maya stood at the edge, clutching her solo cup like a lifeline, while everyone else floated and laughe...