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Maya's fingers trembled as she folded the paper. Her first week at Northwood High had been a disaster - sitting alone at lunch, getting lost twice, and that humiliating moment when...
The baseball field behind the rec center was basically social headquarters, and somehow, I'd finally scored an invite to Jamie's post-game hang. Bad decision number one: wearing my...
Maya felt like a zombie after finals week—three days of surviving on energy drinks and four hours of sleep total. But here she was, at Tyler's pool party, wearing a bikini that sho...
Maya's phone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. Another group chat blowing up about something that didn't matter. Another night of zombie-scrolling through Instagram storie...
The homecoming game felt like a life sentence. Maya stood in the mascot tunnel, sweating through her clothes. Her older brother Jake, a senior, had bailed on his mascot duties las...
The fox hat was ridiculous, and I knew it. Bright orange with pointy ears and a fluffy tail that bobbed when I walked. But it was my armor against Camp Lakewood's social battlefiel...
Maya's first day at Northwood High started with a catastrophe. She'd spent forty-five minutes perfecting her eyeliner, only to discover a massive piece of **spinach** wedged betwee...
The last thing I wanted was to spend my Saturday at Jenna's pool party, but there I was, standing in my swim trunks that felt somehow too short. My best friend Sam nudged me, alrea...
My best friend Diego dragged me to Jordan's house party because apparently staying home on a Saturday watching my goldfish swim in endless circles makes me a "loser." I get it. At ...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually dripping — as she slid into the booth at Taco Tuesday. She was on a mission: Operation **Spy** on Jordan, the sophomore with the ridicul...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate that morning. She'd spent twenty minutes trying to tame the frizz, but it had other plans—like making her look like she'd stuck her finger in an el...
Sixteen-year-old Kae clutched her iphone like a life raft at Taylor's end-of-year party. The screen showed 47 unread texts, but her eyes kept darting to the bedroom door where ever...