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The pool glittered like liquid diamond under the July sun, but Maya's stomach did backflips. Jordan's annual rager. Everyone who was anyone would be there, and Maya spent forty min...
Maya stared at her reflection, hands trembling. The box PROMISED sun-kissed caramel highlights. What she got was something more radioactive traffic cone than beach babe. "You've g...
Maya's palms were literally dripping. She'd been standing outside the cafeteria for ten minutes, clutching her phone like it was a lifeline, watching groups of friends laugh at tab...
Jordan adjusted the bucket hat for the third time, trying to look like someone who definitely belonged at the country club. His sister Maya had talked him into this padel "intro se...
The orange shirt had seemed like a good idea in my bedroom at 7 PM. By 7:23, standing in Maya's crowded basement, I wanted to evaporate. "You look like a traffic cone," Jordan ann...
The iPhone vibrated against my thigh — a group chat blowing up about Tyler's party. Everyone going? the screen read. I hovered over the keyboard, thumbs frozen. "You coming in or ...
Jordan's palms were sweating. In twenty minutes, she'd be going live for the first time as a legit streamer—not just some kid with an iPhone taped to a stack of books, but an actua...
Maya wiped her sweaty **palms** on her jeans for the third time. Across the cafeteria, Jason laughed at something—probably something brilliant, given that he sat at the top of the ...
Maya's mom stood in the bathroom doorway, holding up the bottle like it was evidence in a crime scene. "You're taking this vitamin every morning before school. No arguments." "Mo...
I looked like a zombie. No, seriously—actual walking dead status. My eyes were puffy from crying half the night, my skin had that weird grayish tint from sleeping in makeup, and my...
The air conditioning in Maya's basement was dead, leaving us feeling like actual zombies after our third zombie movie marathon. Fourteen-year-old me, sandwiched between the cooler ...
Maya knew something was off when her best friend since kindergarten, Kayla, started sitting with the popular crowd at lunch. Like, *actually* sitting there. Not just making awkward...