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The pool lights turned Maya's birthday party into something magical—or at least, that's what everyone's Instagram stories would say. Lexi stood at the edge, clutching her iPhone 15...
Maya's cat Luna kept pawing at her bedroom door while she stared at her reflection in the mirror. The homecoming dress looked wrong — like it belonged to someone who actually had t...
Maya's phone buzzed with the fifth text from her mom in ten minutes. "Remember to eat something healthy!" As if the stuffed mushrooms at this party counted. She was sixteen, not si...
Maya's brain felt like it had been running on 2% battery since finals week began. The only thing keeping her upright was the sketchy energy drink churning in her stomach and the sh...
Maya's phone buzzed with the third text from Jaden: 'u coming??? everyone's asking bout u' She groaned and flopped onto her bed, where Barnaby—their overweight orange tabby—blinke...
Maya's palms were literally sweating as she stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The summer before freshman year, and somehow she'd been invited to C...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her skinny jeans for the third time, checking her reflection in the darkened window of Tyler's basement. Her hair was behaving—...
The pool deck at Tyler's house was basically a social pyramid, and I was definitely at the bottom. Actually, scratch that—I wasn't even on the pyramid. I was the dirt the pyramid s...
Maya's hair had always been her safety blanket — waist-length, dark brown, the same boring cascade she'd had since elementary school. Safe. Invisible. Exactly how she liked it. Un...
The invitation had been sitting in my messages for three days. Jackson's annual summer pool party. The social event of the season. And I was definitely going. Probably. Maybe. "Yo...
Maya slid into the plastic cafeteria seat, clutching her Vitamin Water like a lifeline. Third week of sophomore year, and she still hadn't cracked the social code of Northwood High...
Maya felt like a total zombie as she dragged herself through the school hallway, running on exactly three hours of sleep and one questionable energy drink. Being a freshman was exh...