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Maya's palms were literally sweating through her phone case. Again. "You good?" Chloe asked, popping a piece of papaya into her mouth. They were at Tyler's pool party—well, more l...
My hair had been a disaster since seventh grade—frizzy, unmanageable, basically a pyramid of split ends reaching toward the sky. So when my parents announced we were spending sprin...
The box sat on my bathroom counter for three weeks before I finally worked up the nerve. SPLAT Orange Sunset — the kind of orange that doesn't ask for permission, just exists. I'm...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The **vitamin** water in her other hand had gone warm an hour ago, but sipping it gave her something ...
Maya's palms were literally sweating as she stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her phone like it was her only lifeline. The sophomore pool party. Everyone who was anyone was ...
The cafeteria at Northwood High operated like a social pyramid, and I was definitely living at the base level. While the popular kids dominated the booths near the windows, I sat w...
Maya's palms were sweating. Literally dripping onto her phone screen as she refreshed Instagram for the third time in two minutes. The carpool lane stretched ahead like a judgmenta...
Maya's **iphone** buzzed in her hand, another notification sliding by. Pool party at Jared's. 7 PM. His parents' estate was basically a museum — complete with actual Greek statues ...
The pool party at Jessica's house was supposed to be my chance. Finally, after three months of subtle Instagram story replies and hallway nods, I'd make my move. I'd practiced my o...
Maya's screen cracked like lightning across her face—hairline fractures spiderwebbing from the corner where her iPhone had met the locker floor third period. Her parents were gonna...
Finals week had turned me into a certified **zombie**. I was running on three hours of sleep and an alarming amount of Monster energy, my eyes glazed over as I stumbled through the...
Maya's hair was supposed to be her rebellion. After years of being the quiet girl who sat in the back of AP Bio, she'd impulsively bought 'Foxfire Orange' dye because the salesgirl...