The Sphinx Summer
My best friend since kindergarten wasn't speaking to me, and I was spending July at Grandma's house with her weird hairless cat. "His name is Mr. Darcy," Grandma said, setting out...
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My best friend since kindergarten wasn't speaking to me, and I was spending July at Grandma's house with her weird hairless cat. "His name is Mr. Darcy," Grandma said, setting out...
The **cable** company van smelled like stale coffee and Ryan's dad's cologne as we pulled up to Mrs. Henderson's house — our first "real job," capital R, capital J. She'd posted on...
The mechanical bull at Jake's backyard party looked ridiculous. Of course the one freshman who'd hit a growth spurt over summer would have something this extra. "That's giving mai...
Maya stared at the lunchroom ceiling, her brain operating on approximately three percent battery power. Three hours of sleep tended to do that to a person. She'd spent the entire n...
The vitamin gummy stuck to my teeth—literally the fifth one I'd snagged from Maya's mom's "wellness basket"—while I doomscrolled through my iPhone, watching my social battery drain...
Maya checked her reflection in the bathroom mirror for the tenth time. The green smoothie her wellness-obsessed bestie had swore would give her that 'summer glow' was currently wed...
Maya's life was basically one long episode of Watching From Afar. At sixteen, she'd perfected the art of the social spy—invisible, observant, cataloging every interaction like it w...
Maya slouched against the chain-link fence, watching the popular kids dominate the padel court. Their laughter carried across the rec center grounds, bright and effortless, while M...
Maya's brain felt like it had been chewed on by actual zombies. Three consecutive nights of raiding in Destiny will do that to you. She dragged herself through the hallway, probabl...
Maya's first week at Pizza Palace was a total fail. She'd accidentally dropped a pepperoni slice on Mrs. Henderson's prized Persian rug, spilled soda all over the counter, and mana...
The pool at Lincoln High might as well have been a moat. I stood at the edge during gym, toes curled against the slippery concrete, while everyone else dove in like they were part ...
Maya's best friend Chloe was a total fox — not like, attractive fox, but like, actually sly. The kind of girl who could talk herself out of detention and into VIP sections. "You'r...