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Maya's palms were sweating — gross, actually sweating — as she clutched her iPhone like a lifeline. The party was already in full swing, bass thumping through someone's parents' ex...
Maya stood at the edge of Jake's driveway, her heart hammering like she'd been **running** miles instead of just walking from her house three blocks away. The invitation had said "...
Maya's mom stood in the bathroom doorway, holding out those neon orange gummy vitamins like they were peace offerings. "You haven't taken them in a week, Maya. You're gonna get sic...
The Friday night glow from my monitor illuminated the empty pizza boxes stacked like trophies on my desk. I was three hours deep in Zombie Apocalypse X, my fingers dancing across t...
Maya's hair was doing that thing again — sticking up in the back like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket. She groaned at her bathroom mirror, spraying way too much dry ...
The bass thumped through Maya's chest as she stood pressed against the basement wall, Solo cup sweating in her hand. First real party. First time without adult supervision. First t...
Maya checked her iPhone for the third time in thirty seconds. 11:47 PM. The party was in full swing, but she felt like a zombie moving through the motions—smiling, nodding, holding...
Maya stared at the box dye in her hands. 'Electric Violet' it promised. Perfect for reinventing herself before sophomore year, or at least before Jackson's party on Friday. Her mom...
The ridiculous floral bucket hat perched on my head was already giving me a headache, but Maya dared me to wear it, and suddenly my brain decided that impressing her was more impor...
Maya gripped the papaya smoothie like it was a lifeline. Which, honestly, it kinda was. Her first house party. At sixteen. Late to the game, as usual. The living room was a sea of...
Maya's hair had been her armor since seventh grade—long, dark, perfect. But standing in front of her bathroom mirror on the first day of sophomore year, she grabbed the scissors. H...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her orange bikini straps like a lifeline. The social pyramid at Lincoln High had placed her squarely in the middle—invisible enough to...