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Maya's hair was supposed to be sunset pink. That was the plan. Instead, it looked like a cotton candy explosion at a county fair. She stared at her bathroom mirror, wondering if sh...
I'd been cyber-stalking Chloe's Instagram for three weeks straight. Okay, not stalking-stalking, just spy-level reconnaissance. When you're a freshman trying to decode the high sch...
I'd never been to a pool party before. Not one where the cool kids gathered, their perfect bodies glistening under the California sun like they'd been photoshopped in real life. Ma...
Marcus's palms were sweating. Again. He wiped them on his jeans, leaving dark streaks that made his mother's voice echo in his head: 'You need to stop stressing, you're going to gi...
Maya's sophomore year was shaping up to be a disaster. She'd accidentally become the school's unofficial **spy**—not because she was sneaky, but because she had locker #213, perfec...
The pool deck shimmered with heat waves as fifteen-year-old Jamar adjusted his whistle, feeling like a total fraud. He'd only gotten the lifeguard gig because his mom knew the comm...
Maya's sophomore year had been one long exercise in feeling invisible—until the day she realized someone was definitely watching her. It started small. Her Instagram story views i...
Harper's hair was the first thing to go. The swim team coach said it was 'drag,' but Harper knew the truth — her perfectly good curls were just too much personality for the Fairfie...
Maya's heart pounded like she'd been running miles, but she'd only walked through the gate. The annual July 4th pool party at Jake's house—the social event of the summer—loomed bef...
Maya's iPhone screen flashed 12% as the thunder rattled the windowpane. Great. Just great. She was at Jake's party—actually the first party she'd been invited to all freshman year...
Maya pressed her back against the side of the house, heart pounding like she'd been *running* a marathon instead of just crouch-walking across Mrs. Henderson's prize-winning hydran...
Maya stared at the cafeteria's invisible social pyramid, her lunch tray feeling heavier than her backpack. At the apex sat the influencers, their phones raised like modern scepters...