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Maya's summer was turning out exactly as her mom predicted: full of 'character-building experiences' at the Pineview Country Club, where everyone's family apparently owned at least...
Maya stared at the seating chart in Mr. Harrison's government class like it was some ancient artifact she'd found in a tomb. The cafeteria **pyramid** was ruthless again this year—...
The basement smelled like Mountain Dew and anxiety. I clutched my iPhone like a lifeline, thumb hovering over Maya's text: "u coming? everyone's waiting." I wasn't supposed to be ...
Marcus stood at the pool's edge, clutching his baseball cap like it was a lifeline. The hat was practically fused to his head these days — his hair was doing that weird frizzy thin...
Maya pressed her **palm** against the cool window of her bedroom, breath fogging the glass. Down below, the new guy was moving in across the street. Cute. Definitely crush material...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, frantically trying to tame her rebellious hair. Third day of sophomore year, and already her natural curls had declared indepe...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually sweating — as she stood at the edge of the Kerrigans' backyard pool, clutching a solo cup of something that was definitely supposed to b...
Maya's eyeliner wings were uneven again. She swiped at her left eye with a makeup wipe, groaning. The homecoming dance was in three hours, and her costume concept was falling apart...
Maya's iphone pinged with another text from the group chat that had silently excluded her since the incident. Three weeks ago, she'd stood up to Tyler when he made that joke about ...
Maya pressed herself against the side of the house, heart racing like she'd just chugged three energy drinks. The pool party glowed beyond the fence—sunset reflecting off the water...
Jordan adjusted their stolen bear head for the fifteenth time, sweating through their hoodie. Homecoming game, senior year, and they'd somehow volunteered to be the mascot - which ...
My palms were sweating so bad I could practically fill a swimming pool. Not that I'd actually get in one. I've been rocking the same fakecast on my arm for three weeks just to avoi...