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Maya's palms were sweating so hard she could practically wring them out like a sponge. Taylor's party. The social event of the sophomore year. And she was standing alone by the sna...
The social pyramid at Westwood High was less like ancient Egypt and more like a game of musical chairs played with anxiety. I existed somewhere near the bottom—above the kids who b...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. Which was ridiculous, because it was justTyler. Just Tyler with his stupid perfect hair and his ska...
Maya's palms were sweating – literally, grossly sweating – as she gripped the chain-link fence. She was spying on her own best friend, which felt pathetic even as a sophomore-in-hi...
Mateo was running—that's all he knew how to do anymore. Run from the whispers in the hallway, the Instagram stories, the screenshot that kept circulating like a virus he couldn't d...
Maya's lungs burned as her sneakers slammed against the rubber track, each stride a rebellion against the knot in her stomach. The practice had ended twenty minutes ago, but she ke...
Maya shuffled into the community center, eyes half-lidded, brain operating on about three percent battery. Junior year was absolutely eating her alive, and somehow she'd agreed to ...
Maya's hands trembled as she applied the neon orange hair dye in her bedroom mirror, the chemical smell stinging her nose. Her parents would lose their minds—obviously—but that was...
Maya's legs burned as she rounded the track, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Running wasn't her thing—never had been, never would be—but when Jordan, the junior varsity baseball...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, feeling like a total zombie. Three hours of forced smiles, awkward small talk, and watching everyone pretend to be having the time of thei...
I pulled my beanie **hat** down lower, trying to disappear into the cafeteria chaos. First week of sophomore year, and my **friend** group had already splintered into something unr...
Maya's bedroom ceiling was painted this obnoxious shade of orange when she moved in last summer — like, construction cone orange. Her mom said it was "temporary," but six months la...