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Maya dragged herself through fourth period AP Bio feeling like a straight-up zombie. Three hours of sleep, thanks to that history paper she'd procrastinated into existence. Her mom...
Summer humidity clung to Maya's skin as she stared at her phone, thumb hovering over the group chat. Her best friend Priya had been dragging her to Jordan's pool party all week, bu...
My hair was the first thing to go. Well, technically the fourth—I'd already ditched my swim team scholarship, my boyfriend Ethan, and my carefully curated Instagram aesthetic. But ...
Maya clutched her iPhone like a lifeline, the screen glow illuminating her nervous face in Tyler's basement. Party. The word alone made her stomach twist. "C'mon Maya, live a litt...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her cup like it was a lifeline. The water glowed that artificial blue, packed with bodies she'd known since elementary school bu...
Maya's first week at Northwood High felt like walking through a minefield of invisible social rules. The cafeteria was the worst—every table had its own vibe, its own hierarchy, it...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her jeans—third time in five minutes—and checked her phone for the fifth time. Nothing from Chloe. "You coming?" Tyler called ...
Max stood in front of the bathroom mirror, adjusting his dad's old fedora until it sat perfectly on his shaggy hair. The hat was his armor tonight. Underneath, he'd spent forty min...
Maya's legs burned like fire as she rounded the track, lungs screaming. This was it — varsity tryouts, her shot to prove she wasn't just "Leo's little sister" anymore. Leo, now gra...
Maya's palm was sweating against Jake's hand as they stood in line for the carnival fortune teller booth. The neon lights blurred together like a watercolor painting gone wrong. Ja...
I was running through the woods behind Alex's house, tears streaming down my face, leaving behind the disaster of a dinner party. I'd had spinach stuck in my teeth for literally tw...
Maya's mom called it her "gypsy phase"—that month she'd obsessed over palm reading and crystals. But Maya actually kinda got it. The way your **palm** lines could supposedly map ou...