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Maya's mom held out the small Ziploc bag with her iPhone inside like it was contraband. "You'll survive," she said, dropping it into the glove box. "Four days. Bear Creek Camp. No...
The papaya sat in my fridge like a tropical judgment. My mom had bought it on some health kick, claiming it was a superfood. Meanwhile, I was definitely not thriving. "You coming ...
The cafeteria noise hit Maya like a physical wave. Day one at Northwood High, and already she'd managed to sit alone for approximately thirty seconds before someone noticed her exi...
Maya's vintage bucket hat had seen better days. Like, literally seen better parties than this one. The sophomore class house party raged around her, bass thumping through cheap spe...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a shield. The annual summer kickoff party. Every popular kid from sophomore to senior year was already **swimming**, la...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping onto her favorite ripped jeans. She'd been psyching herself up to talk to Kai at the tropical-themed pool party for twenty minut...
Barnaby was the kind of golden retriever who'd chase a tennis ball until his tongue dragged on the pavement. The problem? He was absolutely terrified of water. Which was hilarious,...
Maya's iPhone flashed that warning — 5% battery — while she stood at the edge of Sarah's pool party, clutching her fraying charging cable like a lifeline. Around her, the social py...
Jordan's orange hair had been a mistake. That's what they told themselves while standing at the edge of the community pool, chlorine stinging their nose, watching everyone else act...
Maya stared at the mirror, willing her hair to magically un-frizz itself. No such luck. The chunk she'd accidentally cut off her bangs stuck straight up like a confused alfalfa spr...
The vitamin D pills sat on Maya's bedside table like little promises she kept forgetting to keep. Her mom had bought them after some doctor mentioned deficiency, which apparently e...
I felt like a straight-up zombie as I dragged myself to baseball practice. Third night this week I'd gotten zero sleep—thank you, AP History overload and Instagram spiral at 2 AM. ...