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The bass thrummed through Maya's chest like a second heartbeat. Friday night at Tyler's house—everyone who was anyone would be here. Everyone except the real Maya, apparently. She'...
Maya's first week at Sunset Valley High, and she'd already memorized the social hierarchy better than her locker combination. At the bottom: freshmen with unorganized backpacks. At...
Maya's room felt like a prison sometimes. Not, like, actual jail, but the kind where everyone expects you to be someone you're not. Her phone buzzed — another group chat blowing up...
Maya walked through the halls of Northwood High feeling like a total zombie. Three hours of sleep will do that to you—thanks, calculus homework and overthinking every text she sent...
Maya's dad had been droning on about joining the baseball team for weeks. "It builds character, May! You'll thank me later!" Meanwhile, her Instagram feed was blowing up with every...
The first day of freshman year, I swore I'd stay invisible. But then Sophie Martinez asked if anyone wanted to play padel after school, and my traitor hand shot up like it had its ...
Maya's hair had betrayed her. Again. "It's supposed to be beach waves," she muttered at her bathroom mirror, where her curls had decided to channel more "frizzy electrocution vict...
Maya's mom started dropping vitamin C packets into her backpack like they were contraband. "For your immune system," she'd whisper, conspiratorial. Because apparently starting soph...
Maya hadn't looked up from her iPhone since third period. Her thumb moved on autopilot, doomscrolling through posts that blurred together—perfect filtered lives, drama she didn't c...
Maya's phone buzzed on her nightstand at 2 AM, another notification from someone posting beach pics while she lay here overthinking everything. She groaned and buried her face in h...
Maya's phone was at 4% when the first crack of lightning split the sky outside Jordan's house party. Of course. The one night she needed to document everything—proof that she was a...
Maya dragged herself through the hallway feeling like a total zombie. Third consecutive all-nighter to finish her AP Euro project, and she was running on pure caffeine and spite. H...