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Maya's mom stood in the kitchen, arms crossed like the Great Sphinx itself, blocking the refrigerator with that look—the one that said 'we need to talk about your health again.' Th...
Maya's fingers flew across her iPhone screen at dinner, the familiar glow lighting up her face under the table. Her cousins laughed about something—she wasn't paying attention. She...
The pool hall smelled like old cedar and teenage rebellion. Perfect. Maya adjusted her glasses, pretending she knew what she was doing with the cue stick. She didn't. Her friends ...
Maya had been running late everywhere lately—late to first period, late to volleyball practice, late to growing up, basically. So when Tyler finally asked her to the spring carniva...
I was running late—again—to what might be the most important party of the summer. Lila's pool party. The air was thick with humidity as I sprinted toward her house, my backpack bou...
The social hierarchy at Northwood High operated like a pyramid, and I was definitely at the bottom. Freshman year felt like one long exercise in trying not to embarrass myself, whi...
Maya positioned herself behind the fake palm tree, channeling her inner spy. She'd been **running** from Connor all summer—okay, fine, sprinting in the opposite direction whenever ...
My hair was doing that thing where it looked like I'd stuck my finger in an electrical socket. This, naturally, was thirty minutes before Tyler was supposed to pick me up for our f...
Maya's thumb hovered over her iPhone screen, doom-scrolling through posts from people she barely knew. The Summer Blowout Pool Party was in full swing around her, but she felt like...
The hat was my armor—a beat-up navy blue baseball cap pulled low enough to hide behind but not low enough to look like I was trying too hard. Freshman year at Northwood High felt l...
Maya stared at her phone—dead. Again. She'd forgotten her charging cable at home, and now she was stranded in the cafeteria during fifth period lunch, completely disconnected. The ...
Marcus stood at home plate, the baseball feeling like a lead weight in his sweating palm. The entire sophomore class was watching, and he could feel his face turning that humiliati...