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I'd been awake for 36 hours straight, fueled by nothing but caffeine, desperation, and the terrifying possibility that if I slept, I might miss something crucial. My phone buzzed w...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could barely grip the orange soda can. She'd been standing by the snack table for twenty minutes, pretending to be fascinated by the Doritos ...
Maya's iPhone screen glowed in the darkness of her bedroom, the blue light washing over her face as she doom-scrolled through The Group Chat for the third time tonight. "u guys co...
Marcus stood at home plate, baseball bat trembling in his hands like it might suddenly develop consciousness and realize neither of them knew what they were doing. The entire ninth...
I stared at my iPhone screen, thumb hovering over Harper's Instagram story for the third time in five minutes. Pathetic. I shoved the phone in my back pocket and grabbed my gym bag...
The social hierarchy at Northwood High operated like a carefully constructed pyramid. At the apex sat Jessica and the varsity squad, while the rest of us scattered across the base,...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, toes curled against the concrete, watching Jake show off his baseball swing with an imaginary bat. The summer party was in full swing—music bump...
Maya stared at her reflection, horrified. Her curly **hair**, usually her crowning glory, had gone rogue. The humidity had turned her bouncing coils into a frizz explosion that mad...
My palms were sweating so hard I could practically water plants with them. Which was unfortunate, because Maya was standing five feet away looking like she'd just stepped out of a ...
The chlorine stung my eyes as I hovered at the edge of Maya's pool party, clutching my phone like a lifeline. Everyone else was either cannonballing into the deep end or lounging o...
The party was already lit when I arrived, iphone clutched in my sweaty hand like a lifeline. My first real high school party. I'd practiced my chill entrance in the mirror for fort...
I was drowning in the shallow end again. Not literally — I'd been on the swim team since freshman year, could probably butterfly in my sleep by now. But socially? Totally underwate...