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Maya had been executing Operation Crush Watch for three weeks. She'd mastered the art of hallway spy-craft—catching glimpses of Jake between classes, memorizing his schedule (AP Bi...
The problem with being fifteen is that every single thing feels like the most important thing that has ever happened in the history of the universe. I stood in the middle of Tyler...
Maya stared at her iPhone, the battery percentage flashing at 3% like a warning signal. She'd been doom-scrolling for twenty minutes, feeling like a **zombie** trapped in an endles...
The pool party at Jake's house was basically a social pyramid in motion. The popular crew sat on the raised deck like Egyptian royalty, while the rest of us circulated in the shall...
Maya adjusted the brim of her dad's ridiculous fishing hat, pulling it low over her forehead. If she looked like a weirdo, maybe no one would notice she didn't know how to swim at ...
The moment the camp director announced "no cellphones for the summer," Maya's stomach did a full gymnastic routine. She'd spent forty-five minutes perfecting her hair that morning—...
Maya's reflection stared back, orange hair vivid against the bathroom tiles. Her mom had freaked when she came home with the DIY dye job yesterday. "You look like a traffic cone," ...
Maya pressed her forehead against the cafeteria window, watching the popular crowd like she always did during lunch. Not creepy-watching. Just... observing. Like a spy gathering in...
Maya felt like a **zombie** as she dragged herself toward the Johnson's backyard, the Friday night lights of the pool party blurring through her exhausted haze. Three hours of slee...
The pool party was exactly the kind of thing I usually avoided. Too many people, too much skin, way too many opportunities to say something awkward. But Chloe had begged me to come...
The orange hat was supposed to be my armor. That's what I told myself when I spent forty bucks on it at Urban Outfitters, imagining it would transform me from Invisible Maya to Som...
Maya dragged her feet through the crowded hallway, feeling like a total zombie after staying up till 3 AM grinding for that Bio exam. Her phone buzzed — group chat blowing up about...