Maya smiled, plugged in her phone, and started a new folder: Adult_Life_Unzipped . It was time to start archiving the next version of herself.

Maya looked at her reflection in the darkened monitor—her hair was its natural brown, and her "journalism" was mostly writing corporate emails in a rainy suburb. School Girlzip

Notebook margins covered in shaky calligraphy of names she no longer spoke to, and elaborate plans for a future that looked nothing like her current office job. Maya smiled, plugged in her phone, and started