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I was operating on maybe three hours of sleep, total zombie mode, dragging myself through third period chemistry when Maya tapped my shoulder. "You look like you've been binge-watc...
The line for Madame Zora's palm-reading booth snaked past the basketball courts, cutting right through the middle of North High's spring carnival. Maya clutched her ticket so hard ...
The polyester bull head smelled like middle school hallway desperation—sweat, aerosol body spray, and the ghost of a hundred awkward moments. Maya adjusted the foam horns, trying t...
Maya pressed her thumb against the glass screen, zooming in on the photo. Fitness tracker? Yes. She'd become one of them - the wellness girls who posted motivational quotes at 6a...
Jordan spent the entire summer of 15 swimming laps at the community pool while the cool kids monopolized the shallow end. They played this game where they'd toss a baseball back an...
My hair hung limp and frizzy after third period gym, exactly when Lucas decided to finally notice my existence. I'd spent weeks strategically positioning myself near his locker, ma...
I shuffled into first period Monday feeling like a certified zombie—three hours of sleep, chemistry homework kicking my ass, and the general existential dread of being seventeen. T...
Mateo stood in the batter's box, sweat already dripping down his spine even though it was only 9 AM. This was it—freshman baseball tryouts, and his stomach was doing more flips tha...
I was running on pure adrenaline and three hours of sleep, which honestly, was my standard operating mode lately. The cool thing about being sixteen is you think you can survive on...
Maya's best friend Sam dragged her into Tyler's house party like it was the most natural thing in the world. Maya's palms were already sweating through her denim shorts, heart doin...
Maya's hair was supposed to be caramel highlights. Instead, she left the salon looking like a burnt orange highlighter had exploded on her head. "It'll grow out," her best friend ...
Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, clutching her borrowed racquet like a shield. The popular kids laughed inside the glass walls, their movements effortless, their outfits ...