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Maya stared at her iphone screen, thumb hovering over Charlie's text. "Party at my place. 8 PM. Parents gone.😏" Her heart did that thing where it felt too big for her chest. She w...
I spot Liam by the kitchen island, surrounded by his usual hype-beast entourage. I'm pressed against the wall like wallpaper, clutching my iPhone like it's a life raft. I've been l...
The chlorine smell hit Maya first—that sharp, chemical scent that meant summer swim team. She stood at the edge of the municipal pool, heart doing that stupid fluttery thing it alw...
Maya's internet cut out mid-Discord call with Kai. Again. The stupid cable behind her wall had been glitchy since the landlord's "repairs" last month. She yanked at the coaxial cab...
Maya's lungs burned like she'd inhaled fire as she rounded the fourth lap, the regional championship track blurring beneath her sneakers. Being the new girl at Oak Ridge High was l...
The vitamin gummies were supposed to fix everything. At least, that's what Maya's mom had promised when she pressed the bottle into her hand Monday morning, right after Maya had co...
I was basically a walking zombie by Friday afternoon. Three tests, two projects, and the endless performance of being "fine" had turned my brain into mush. When Jake messaged about...
Maya's vintage cowboy hat — the one she'd thrifted to stand out at Northwood High's biggest party of the year — was currently serving as a chew toy for Baxter, the host's golden re...
Maya's summer was supposed to be epic. Sophomore year loomed and she needed a glow-up. Chloe, queen bee of their friend group, insisted on the salon trip. "You need highlights, ba...
Maya had spent forty-five minutes getting ready for Jake's party. Her hair was perfectly curled, her outfit was on point (vintage tee from that thrift store downtown, cutoffs, and ...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically fill a swimming pool. Which was ironic, considering she was currently standing next to one. "You coming in or what?" Tyler ...
Maya Garcia wore her orange hoodie like armor. It was two sizes too big, the color of a traffic cone, and she refused to take it off even when the cafeteria felt like the surface o...