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Maya's notification pinged for the thousandth time, screen lighting up her face in the darkness of her bedroom. Her iPhone 11—literally the oldest model anyone at Jefferson High st...
Maya's hair had seen better days. After three hours of sleep and a morning that started before the sun, her normally sleek dark curls were doing something that could only be descri...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically fill a water bottle with the nervousness dripping off her. This was it—her first real house party since transferring to Nort...
The invitation sat in my notifications like a grenade I hadn't pulled the pin on yet: POOL PARTY @ JAKE'S HOUSE. 7 PM. BRING A SWIMSUIT. NO AWKWARDNESS ALLOWED. I stood in front ...
Marco stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his lucky trucker hat like a lifeline. The Saturday bash was already chaos—kids cannonballing, Drake blasting from waterproof speaker...
Maya's curls refused to cooperate that morning. She'd spent forty-five minutes with the flat iron, trying to look like the effortlessly straight-haired girls at school, but the hum...
The clipboard in Marcus's hands felt heavier than it should. Maybe because it was deciding his fate, or maybe because Dakota's snicker from across the pool kept stabbing through hi...
Maya pressed her back against the rough **palm** tree, heart hammering like she'd just finished a track meet. Behind her, Kai let out the loudest fake cough in existence. "Dude, y...
Marcus stood on the pitcher's mound, heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. The baseball felt slick in his sweating palm. Below him, Coach Miller bellowed something ...
Maya's iphone buzzed in her pocket during third period English. Again. The group chat was going absolutely feral over Jason's party Friday night, and she still hadn't RSVP'd. Her t...
Maya's sweaty palm gripped the cracked **iphone** until her knuckles turned white. 3% battery. Of course. The one time she actually needed it, and her phone was dying in the middle...
Maya stared at the mirror, her hair doing that weird flip thing it always did when she was nervous. Tonight was the Spring Fling, and she'd actually worked up the courage to ask Le...