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Maya's palms were sweating so much she could barely grip the dollar bill. Stupid summer carnival, stupid Josh with his stupid perfect hair, and stupid palm reading booth that her b...
The pool party at Jessica's house was supposed to be legendary. That's what everyone said on Snap anyway. Maya stood at the edge, clutching her towel like a lifeline while kids fro...
Maya's room was basically a pyramid of empty Monster cans and half-finished homework. She'd spent three weeks planning her debut gaming stream—"Gaming with M"—which was honestly ju...
Marcus zombie-walked into third period AP Bio, his brain still fried from the midnight reconnaissance mission. Three hours of sleep would turn anyone into the walking dead, but he'...
Alex's first week at Northwood High felt like trying to climb a pyramid wearing roller skates. The social hierarchy was visible from day one: seniors at the top, then juniors, soph...
Maya's hands shook as she smoothed her dress for the third time. House parties weren't exactly her vibe, but Chloe had insisted she come. "You can't keep hiding in your room foreve...
Maya's stomach did that annoying flip-flop thing whenever she walked past the **padel** courts. Like, why did Lucas have to be there every single time, looking all effortless with ...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her track shorts, leaving dark streaks that betrayed her nerves. Everyone else looked so calm before the 400-meter dash—stretch...
At 2:47 AM, Maya lay in bed, thumb scrolling through her iPhone like it was the most important thing in the universe. Her eyes burned, but she couldn't stop. She felt like a zombie...
Maya's Saturday night was supposed to be lit. The friend group—seven strong, the perfect number for group chat chaos—was coming over for movie marathon. But one by one, they'd bail...
The invitation sat on my desk for three days before I worked up the nerve to RSVP yes. Maya's pool party. The social event of the summer, according to Chloe's Snapchat story. I'd b...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a shield. The annual neighborhood block party raged around her—stere-thumping music, chlorine-scented air, and the terr...