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Maya's best friend Sierra had dragged her to the county fair, and honestly? Maya was living for the chaos. The air smelled like funnel cakes and teenage desperation, exactly the vi...
Maya's iPhone vibrated against her nightstand at 11:47 PM — *another* Instagram notification from the group chat that somehow thrived while normal people slept. She'd been lying aw...
Zara's lungs burned as she rounded the corner, still running ten minutes late to her first day at the new country club. Her mom had scored a summer membership using some corporate ...
Maya's thumb hovered over the screen, the blue light of her iPhone casting shadows across her face in the otherwise dark bedroom. Another notification. Another like. Another commen...
Jax's dad called it 'the pyramid'—that invisible social hierarchy at Northwood High where varsity athletes sat at the top, band kids somewhere in the middle, and everyone else form...
I was running on three hours of sleep and basically operating in full zombie mode, which was honestly fine because my whole high school was basically walking dead at this point. Bu...
The pool party of the century. That's what Maya called it, and when Maya Rodriguez called something that, you showed up. Even if you'd rather be literally anywhere else, even if th...
The rodeo grounds smelled like dirt dreams and teenage desperation. Maya stood near the fence, her palms sweating so much she feared she'd short-circuit her entire social existence...
Maya's cat Butterbean had been missing for three days when her best friend Kai finally texted back. "sorry. been busy with swim." Maya stared at her iPhone screen, thumb hovering...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her hair frizzing like it had a personal vendetta against humidity. The curling wand sat on the counter, judging her. She'd sp...
The night air was thick with chlorine and humidity when Maya's pocket buzzed for the third time. Her iPhone, tucked dangerously close to the edge of the community pool, lit up with...
The social pyramid at Northwood High had everyone in their place. Jocks at the top, theater kids somewhere in the middle, and me—well, I was still trying to figure out my coordinat...