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I found the cable on a Tuesday, which should've been my first clue that something weird was about to go down. Tuesdays in Oakhaven are basically designed for disappointment, right ...
Maya's summer transformation plan began with a **spinach** smoothie that tasted like wet grass and ended with her face planted on a **padel** court. In between, there were approxim...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate that morning. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame the frizzy catastrophe into something resembling the effortless waves everyone at North...
The bathroom mirror reflected a stranger. Maya's normally brown hair now pulsed with an electric green that glowed like radioactive waste. Her mom's organic hair dye—supposedly mad...
Jordan's summer was supposed to be lit—house parties, beach days with the squad, maybe finally making a move on Crystal from chemistry. Instead, his parents dropped the bomb: he'd ...
Maya gripped her towel like a lifeline, standing at the edge of the pool where the popular kids held court. It was barely fifteen minutes into sophomore year's first major rager, a...
Maya slumped against the cafeteria wall, phone in hand, watching the lunchroom drama unfold like a bad reality show. Her friends had bailed on her again—something about 'urgent mal...
The party was already mid when Maya showed up, fashionably late and regretting every life choice that led here. The bass thumped through her chest like a second heartbeat as she wo...
Maya's thumb hovered over the screen, her **iphone** glowing in the darkness of her closet. She'd been **running** the same recon mission for three weeks now—watching Jordan's stor...
Maya's **dog**, Buster, stared at her with those sad puppy eyes while she arranged her fifteenth motivational can into a perfect **pyramid** on her desk. This was it—her ticket to ...
Marcus pulled his snapback low, like the bill could somehow shield him from the absolute social nightmare unfolding before him. The Taylor family's above-ground pool glittered with...
My mom's old fishing hat sat crushed at the bottom of my backpack. I'd grabbed it on impulse before leaving, which was dumb—nobody at Jordan's party would get the aesthetic. But my...