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I was basically a zombie all summer—pale from staying inside, eyes glazed from endless zombie movie marathons, moving through life like the undead. My social battery was at zero pe...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her red solo cup like a lifeline. The water shimmered blue and tempting under the patio lights, but she wasn't about to explain why sh...
Maya stared at her iPhone screen, the blue light illuminating her nervous face in the darkness of her bedroom. Three notifications from the group chat—all from Jordan. Everyone els...
My palms were sweating so much I could barely grip my phone. This was it—my first real high school party, and I was about to humiliate myself. "You got this, Maya," Zoë said, but ...
Maya's fingers looked like old orange peels. Fourth day of swim practice in a row, and the chlorine had already begun its slow digestion of her skin. She watched from the locker ro...
Maya stared at the gummy vitamin on her tongue, trying not to gag. Her mom had started this new phase where everything had to be "wellness-focused" — which apparently meant choking...
Maya pressed her back against the bathroom door, heart racing like she'd just finished a 5K. Outside, bass thumped through the walls of Jordan's house—some generic pop song that ev...
I stood at the edge of the pool, clutching my iPhone like a lifeline. The screen reflected my anxious expression—seventh grade was ending, and I was still firmly at the bottom of t...
Maya pulled the brim of her baseball cap lower, trying to disappear. Her messy hair spilled out from underneath, refusing to be tamed on her first day at the new school. The coach ...
Maya stared at her iphone screen, thumb hovering over Jake's profile. One tap. That's all it would take to DM him. But her finger froze. The notification bubbles were already stack...
Maya's plan for the perfect summer was simple: survive Sarah's pool party, make it through the conversation without saying something awkward, and finally catch the attention of Tyl...
Maya's orange hair was supposed to be her rebellion. Her mom had freaked, obviously, but that was kind of the point. Standing at this bonfire party with sand between her toes, she ...