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The lunch table was basically a war zone, and Maya was caught in no man's land. Her former best friend Sarah sat three tables away, laughing with the popular crowd—the same crowd t...
The country club felt like a different planet, and Maya was definitely the alien. She tugged at her polo collar—why did rich people clothing always choke you?—and watched from behi...
Maya stood at the edge of the old fishing pier, the **water** below so black it looked like it could swallow her whole. Behind her, the party was dying down — bonfire reduced to em...
Maya's first day at Northwood High felt like walking into a pyramid scheme she hadn't signed up for. Everyone moved in synchronized packs — the jocks, the theater kids, the ones wh...
Jordan choked down another neon-orange vitamin C gummy. Mom swore they'd help him focus during baseball tryouts, but mostly they just made his tongue feel weird. "You gonna stare ...
Maya's first house party. Everything was riding on this—Leo was gonna be there, and she'd been crushing on him since seventh period English. She'd spent two hours on her hair, stra...
Ten percent. No charging cable in sight. And potentially the most important photo of my eighth-grade year slipping through my fingers like water. I was crouched behind the bleache...
Maya pulled her baseball cap lower, grateful for the brim's shadow. Standing alone during seventh period was basically social suicide, but here she was, stuck in the bleachers whil...
Maya's mom had been giving her the side-eye all morning about the blue streak in her hair. "You're really wearing that to the game?" she'd asked, for the third time. "It's who I a...
Maya's first job at Terror Mountain was supposed to be lit. Just her, Jake from chemistry, and endless opportunities to vibe while scaring people for $12 an hour. But day three bro...
Maya's shoulders hunched as she stepped onto the patio. The June humidity already had her frizz curling like crazy, but that wasn't the worst part. It was the pyramid. The literal ...
Maya adjusted her dad's fishing hat, pulling the brim low. The hat smelled like lake **water** and old bait, but it was perfect camouflage. She wasn't actually fishing — she was on...