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Maya's phone buzzed with another text from her cousin Kae: "U up? 4 real this time" It was 2 AM on a Saturday, but Maya couldn't sleep anyway. The pep rally mascot costume — a gia...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in the frizz that had exploded overnight. Her hair, normally her crowning glory, now looked like she'd stuck a fork in an electrical...
Maya's older cousin Jaheim had sworn this was the perfect side hustle. "You're not just selling vitamin supplements, cuz. You're building your empire. A pyramid, but the good kind....
Maya stared at the whiteboard where Mr. Henderson had drawn a neat little triangle labeled "Social Structure." He called it a pyramid, but everyone at Northwood High knew it was mo...
The pool water shimmered like liquid sapphire, but Maya's stomach was doing that thing where it felt like swallowed a whole lemon. Quarter till curfew, and she was still stuck in t...
Leo stood outside Maya's front door, palms sweating enough to fill a **water** bottle. This wasn't just dinner with his crush's family. This was THE dinner. The one that determined...
Maya's phone buzzed with another text from Jake. You coming to the party tonight? She stared at the screen, thumb hovering. Parties weren't really her thing. But sophomore year wa...
Marcus stood outside the dugout, his heart hammering like a bass drop at a homecoming dance. The varsity baseball team eyed him with that particular blend of curiosity and judgment...
Maya tugged the brim of her bucket **hat** lower, praying nobody noticed the fresh fade she'd butchered herself last night. YouTube tutorials made it look easy. Her reflection said...
The bonfire crackled against the darkening Santa Monica sky, sending sparks upward like fireflies trying to escape. I tugged my beanie lower, praying nobody noticed the disaster un...
Summer at Lake Meredith was supposed to be epic. Instead, I was hiding in the bathroom while my friends—okay, my friend,singular—were outside living their best lives. "You coming ...
Marcus's dad's old fishing hat sat pulled low over his forehead—his anti-social armor for the day. The pool party was already a nightmare of hormonal energy and too much skin, and ...