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Maya's fingers twitched toward her pocket before she remembered—no iPhone at camp. Three weeks of digital detox. Her mom had called it a vitamin for her brain, but mostly it just f...
Maya pulled the brim of her dad's old fedora **hat** lower, trying to disappear. Tonight was the Winter Formal, and standing outside the gym felt like standing outside a parallel u...
Maya dragged herself through the hallway like a zombie, her brain still mush from staying up until 3 AM doomscrolling. The school's ancient air conditioning had died sometime durin...
The orange streak in Maya's hair wasn't a fashion statement. It was what happened when she tried to dye her hair black before sophomore year and failed spectacularly, leaving her w...
Maya's phone buzzed. *Where r u???* The text from Jenna lit up her screen like a neon sign. Maya groaned and shoved it deeper into her hoodie pocket. She wasn't ready to face Jenna...
Maya stood by the edge of the pool clutching her orange soda like it was a lifeline. The can was sweating in the July heat, just like she was. She'd been nursing it for forty-five ...
The chlorine hit Maya's nose before she even saw it—the neighborhood pool, glittering like a dropped jewel in the July heat. She clutched her vitamin D supplement bottle like a wei...
Marcus moved through tenth grade like a zombie, eyes half-lidded, hoodie up, brain stuck on autopilot. The hallways of Northwood High stretched before him—an endless loop of locker...
Maya's palms were literally sweating through her denim shorts. First real party of sophomore year, and here she was, hovering near the snack table like a lost goldfish in an oversi...
Maya felt like a zombie that Friday night. Three AP classes, swim practice, and her parents' passive-aggressive dinner conversations will do that to a person. But Chloe, her best f...
Maya pressed her back against the cold gym wall, phone glowing in her lap. The freshman pyramid scheme wasn't literal, obviously, but the social hierarchy at Northwood High worked ...
Maya's first week at Northwood High felt like walking through a minefield wearing a blindfold. The hallway hierarchies were worse than the actual classes, and she'd already acciden...