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Maya's phone battery died at 11:47 PM—perfect timing, actually. The party had turned into a zombie apocalypse anyway, except instead of brains, these zombies wanted followers. Ever...
The bathroom mirror reflected a disaster. My once-brown hair now blazed an impossible neon orange, the kind that belongs in traffic cones, not on fifteen-year-old heads trying to s...
Maya's fingers trembled as she framed the smoothie bowl on her iPhone screen. The lighting had to be perfect—golden hour hitting the spinach just right, making the chlorophyll glow...
Maya's fingers flew across her iPhone screen, double-tapping Ella's latest post for the third time today. Pathetic much? She groaned and shoved the phone deep in her hoodie pocket....
The hat was grandma's idea—a sunflower-yellow bucket hat that screamed 'I am a tourist and I am lost.' Leo pulled the brim lower as he crept toward the community pool at 5:45 AM, p...
The entire neighborhood's cable died on the hottest day of July, and honestly? It was the best thing that could've happened. I was supposed to be in my room, doom-scrolling throug...
Maya's first pool party invitation sat on her desk like a dare. Three weeks into sophomore year and somehow, Chloe-the-most-popular-girl-in-class had actually noticed her existence...
Maya's dad called it a 'learning opportunity,' but she knew the truth: she was being exiled to her tía's house in Miami for the summer because she'd failed geometry. Again. The fi...
Maya pressed herself against the lockers, practicing the art of being invisible. Being a self-appointed spy wasn't exactly how she'd imagined starting sophomore year, but after the...
Jordan's summer wasn't supposed to be like this. While her friends posted beach pics from Cape Cod, she was stuck house-sitting for Mrs. Henderson, whose ancient pug needed meds ev...
Maya had spent two years at Northwood High treating the social pyramid like sacred geometry. Cheerleaders at the top, band kids in the middle, and everyone else scattered below lik...
Maya's brain felt like a straight-up zombie, staggering through fourth period chemistry on three hours of sleep. Her iPhone kept buzzing in her pocket—probably her best friend Chen...