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Maya's mom dropped her off three blocks away because apparently being seen in a 2012 Honda Civic was social suicide. The hair transformation had taken two hours—flat iron until her...
Jordan's first day of freshman year at Northwood High started with spinach in their teeth. Of course it did. They'd spent twenty minutes perfecting their hair in the mirror, checki...
The cafeteria social pyramid loomed over us like an invisible but totally real architecture. At the top? The varsity jocks. Somewhere near the bottom? Me, Maya, and my sudden desir...
Marcus's stomach did backflips as he stood at the edge of the padel court, clutching his racquet like it might save him from drowning. Chloe—actual Chloe, with her perfect curls an...
Maya's hair had always been her safety blanket—long, dark, and exactly what her mother wanted. Until the day she didn't cut it. She hacked it off herself in the bathroom with craft...
The goldfish circled its bowl for the forty-seventh time, and honestly? Same. I'd been orbiting this party for three hours, clutching my **iPhone** like a lifeline, watching everyo...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his phone like it was a life raft. The fifth-grade end-of-year party. Everyone was already swimming, their bodies cutting through th...
Maya's grandparents had dragged her to their fancy country club again, and honestly? She'd rather be literally anywhere else. The humidity was gross, sticking her vintage band tee ...
Maya's thumbs were practically hyperventilating across her iPhone screen at 2:47 AM. She'd been doomscrolling through everyone's perfect lives for three hours straight—prom photos,...
Maya's summer took a turn when her abuela flew in from Puerto Rico, bringing enough luggage to fill the entire hallway. The real culture shock wasn't the island artifacts crowding ...
Maya's iPhone died at exactly 3:47 PM — right when Cody was supposed to text her the location for Jake's party. The充电 cable was sitting uselessly on her nightstand back home, three...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The social pyramid of Creekwood Summer Camp loomed before her—quite literally, since someone had arranged t...