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The cable sagged between two houses like a forgotten clothesline, and somewhere down the street, someone's WiFi was definitely dead. Not that Maya cared—her phone was buried at the...
Maya's life was officially over. She could feel it in her stomach, that twisty feeling that hit whenever her phone plummeted toward certain death. The waterproof case she'd swore w...
The neon lights of the football stadium flickered as I tugged at the polyester bull costume, sweating through my jersey. Literally dying inside. "You good in there, Leo?" Jordan s...
I'd spent three months spying on the perfect lives of Northwood High's elite. Every morning before first period, I'd scroll through their stories — brunches at that overpriced cafe...
The invitation sat on my desk like a dare. CHLOE'S POOL PARTY — the social pyramid of sophomore year in one backyard. I'd spent the entire year invisible, sliding through hallways ...
The neon blue hair dye was supposed to be temporary. That's what Maya had promised her mom. But three weeks later, the color still stained her pillowcases, and more importantly, it...
Maya's been **running** from Tyler's texts all week, which is honestly pathetic considering he's just a sophomore who happens to have perfect hair and a smile that makes her forget...
Maya's favorite black beanie was basically her emotional support hat. Without it, she felt naked — exposed to the judging eyes of high school like a rare Pokémon with no hiding pla...
Maya felt like a zombie as she dragged herself toward the Jacksons' backyard gate. Three hours of sleep plus finals week would do that to you. The bass from the speakers thumped ag...
My palms were sweating so much they practically dripped on my *padel* racquet. I'd begged my parents to sign me up for the summer league, thinking it'd be my ticket to finally hang...
I was already regretting the whole thing before we even left the car. "You gotta take your vitamin," Mom had called after me, pressing the neon orange gummy into my palm like it w...
Leo stood in front of the school's annual Creative Writing Fair display, staring at the papier-mâché sphinx some sophomore had crafted. Its googly eyes followed him everywhere. "N...