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The fedora sat on my head like a neon sign screaming 'please notice me.' Mom called it my 'detective phase,' but really, I just needed something to hide behind. Crowds at Northwood...
Maya's palms were sweating as she stood in Chloe's crowded kitchen. This was IT—her first actual high school party. The sophomore hierarchy seemed carved into the very walls, and M...
Maya crouched behind the concession stand, feeling like a total creeper even though she was just waiting for her moment. She wasn't really a spy, but that's what it felt like watch...
Maya stared at the neon-orange **vitamin** C gummy on her tongue, the one her mom swore would 'boost her immune system during finals week.' As if. The only thing being boosted was ...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping onto her joggers. She checked her iphone for the fifteenth time in three minutes. still coming? the text read. Maya typed 'yea...
Maya felt like a straight-up zombie. Finals week had her running on three hours of sleep and questionable life choices. Her natural curls were currently defying gravity in a way sh...
I stood against the wall at Sarah's basement party, nursing a warm soda and feeling like the world's most awkward human. This was supposed to be fun. This was supposed to be normal...
Maya dragged herself through fourth period like a zombie, three hours of sleep turning her brain into static. The orange soda from lunch churned in her stomach — bad idea before th...
Maya stood at the edge of the creek behind the old Miller property, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The group chat was blowing up — everyone at Jordan's party, except her. Aga...
Leo sat across from Sky in the cafeteria, his palms sweating so much he thought he might short out his phone. She was looking at him with those annoyingly perceptive eyes, the ones...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically fill the **pool** by herself. Which was ironic, considering she was standing at the edge of Jordan's annual end-of-year blow...
The heat wave had turned the community pool into a writhing mass of teenagers, all desperate to escape the ninety-degree afternoon. Maya adjusted her oversized bucket hat, pulling ...