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Maya stood in front of the bathroom mirror, carefully applying the papaya-flavored lip gloss she'd bought with babysitting money. It was supposed to be subtle, but the shiny pink t...
Maya stared at her phone, the blue light from her iPhone illuminating the dark locker room. Her best friend Sofia had posted a photo of the padel tournament — captioned: "Vitamin P...
Maya clutched her iPhone 15 Pro like it was a lifeline, thumbs flying across the screen as she refreshed her notifications for the third time in sixty seconds. Around her, the Mill...
The last text I'd sent said maybe—so casual, so chill, so totally not how my insides felt. Now my **iPhone** was dead at the worst possible moment. Emma's pool party was in full s...
Maya shuffled into homeroom feeling like a straight-up zombie. Three hours of sleep after obsessively editing her short film until 3 AM will do that to you. Her eyeliner was probab...
Maya tugged at her curls for the thousandth time, wishing her hair would just behave already. The humidity at the Miller's pool party was turning her into a frizz magnet, while eve...
I felt like a zombie. Not the cool, dramatic kind from movies - more like the actual walking dead, stumbling through sophomore year with permanent bags under my eyes and three ener...
My palm was sweating so hard I thought I'd short-circuit Jordan's phone when he asked for my number. "You okay, Maya?" he asked, leaning against the bleachers. His golden retriev...
Maya's hair had a mind of its own. Like, actually sentient. Every morning she'd spend forty-five minutes fighting with the curls, only to have them puff out into a frizzy halo by t...
Maya felt like a zombie. Third period AP Euro had that effect on everyone—like their brains were being slowly pickled in textbook preservatives. She stared at the clock, watching s...
The first week of July hit me like a freight train. Between swim practice at 6 AM, my summer gig at Mario's Tropical Grill, and staying up until 2 AM scrolling through Kai's Instag...
Maya pressed herself against the lockers, heart doing that weird fluttery thing it always did when Caleb walked by. She felt like a total amateur spy, even though she'd been backgr...