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Maya's hair wouldn't cooperate. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to perfect the messy beach waves that looked effortless on TikTok but apparently required actual witchcraft to...
The August heat wave had everyone flocking to Jade's pool, her backyard basically becoming the social headquarters of our sophomore summer. I was standing on the diving board, wate...
Maya felt like a walking zombie. Three hours of sleep, two energy drinks, and one brutal AP History test would do that to you. But tonight was Jordan's Halloween party, and she was...
The text came through at 2:47 AM, my iPhone screen blinding me in the dark. Emma's party. Tonight. Be there or be square. I'd been avoiding Emma since the incident at homecoming, ...
Maya's palms were sweating—not like cute nervous palms, but full-on disaster palms—as she stood at the edge of Jenna's pool party. She'd spent all summer watching every zombie movi...
Third period AP Chem, and I was officially operating on zombie mode. Three hours of sleep because someone (me) decided binge-watching a show until 2 AM was a solid life choice. My ...
Maya's heart was running a marathon as she stepped through the gate to Jessica's pool party. The ninth-grade social hierarchy felt like a minefield, and Maya was just trying not to...
Maya's bedroom was her sanctuary, or at least that's what she told her 342 Instagram followers. The truth was more pathetic: it was where she retreated after another lunch period s...
Maya's first day at Northwood High felt like walking into a live TikTok feed without the filter. Everyone seemed to know exactly who they were—the theater kids, the athletes, the o...
Maya stood before the cardboard pyramid she'd spent three weeks constructing for the World History Fair, trying not to hyperventilate. The sphinx mask she'd hot-glued together at 2...
Maya's stomach did that stupid fluttery thing as she stood outside Jordan's house. First party of sophomore year. She'd spent forty-five minutes on her hair, only to jam an old bea...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. Standing at the edge of Jessica's backyard graduation party, clutching a plastic cup of lukewarm so...