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Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood outside Jessica's house, clutching her contribution to the party like a lifeline. Her mom had insisted she bring something—anything—to pro...
Maya felt like a zombie as she dragged herself through the school gates. Three hours of sleep finals week would do that to you. Her older brother's Australian shepherd, Buster, had...
Marcus stood at the edge of the county fair, his heart pounding like a bass drop at a homecoming dance. The mechanical bull loomed ahead, its faux-leather hide gleaming under the s...
Maya stared at the mirror, her hair doing that thing where it stood straight up like she'd stuck a fork in an electrical outlet. The humidity was already messing with her curls, an...
Maya felt like a zombie going through her junior year. Wake up, school, homework, sleep, repeat. She was 16 and already on autopilot, scrolling through TikTok until her eyes burned...
The vitamin D supplements sat in my backpack like a promise I kept breaking. My mom said they'd help with energy, but what I really needed was courage. Jake was at bat, his cleats ...
Maya's vintage **fox**-print bikini felt like a questionable life choice as she stood at the edge of Jake's pool party. Like, who wears woodland creatures to swim? The answer: some...
Maya pulled her baseball hat down lower, trying to become invisible. First day at sophomore year, first time wearing a hat to school because she'd chopped her own bangs and they we...
The papaya sat on the kitchen counter like an alien artifact. My mom's latest phase—tropical fruits, mindfulness, pretending everything wasn't falling apart. "Try it, Maya. It's g...
Maya's parents were out of town, which meant her basement was ours. The unspoken rule: don't touch the cable box. Liam was already there when I arrived, sprawled across the beanba...
I sat on the edge of the pool, legs dangling in the cool water, watching Jake from across the patio. His navy baseball hat was turned backwards, the way he always wore it, and he w...
The baseball field lights glared overhead as I sat in the bleachers, clutching my iPhone like it was my only lifeline. My Instagram feed wasn't loading — again — and I felt that fa...