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The party was already dead when I got there. Like, actually dead. I stood in Maya's doorway, clutching a plastic container of papaya chunks my mom had insisted I bring, feeling lik...
Maya's stomach did nervous backflips as she stood in the lunch line, clutching her tray like a lifeline. She'd spent forty-five minutes crafting the perfect aesthetic bowl – fresh ...
Maya's hair was doing that thing again—the frizz halo that made her look like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket. She yanked her dad's baseball cap down lower, practica...
Maya's been basically functioning as a certified FBI-level spy since the breakup. Okay, maybe not certified, but her Instagram detective skills were unmatched. She knew her former ...
The screen glowed in Maya's hands, another Instagram story making her feel like she was missing everything. Being fifteen meant constantly checking her iPhone like it held the secr...
The social pyramid at Northwood High was simple: jocks at the top, band kids somewhere in the middle, and everyone else fighting for the scraps below. I'd spent freshman year comfo...
Maya's phone buzzed in her hand, the **cable** trailing behind her like a panicked umbilical cord. 3% battery. Of course. The one night Lucas invited her to Tyler's pool party, and...
I was supposed to be studying for SATs, but instead I was working the Friday night shift at Terror Valley — this cheesy zombie-themed escape room where middle schoolers screamed at...
Chloe's brain had been hosting a full-blown panic attack since Jordan's text. "Pool party at Miller's Pond. Everyone coming. You too?" She'd been staring at her swimsuit for twenty...
The sphinx statue outside the community center stared at me with that same smug stone expression it had all summer. Like it knew something I didn't. "You're up, Marco," called Len...
Maya's thumbs hovered over her iPhone screen, the charging cable dangling from the wall as her battery percent flashed 3%. That text from Kai sat there like a papaya on her kitchen...
Jordan clutched their childhood **bear** — Mr. Cuddlesworth, with his missing ear and faded fur — like a lifeline. At fifteen, you weren't supposed to need stuffed animals, but the...