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Maya felt like a zombie. Actually, scratch that — zombies at least had the whole "undead" thing going for them. She was just undead-ing through junior year, functioning on autopilo...
The invitation sat on my phone screen like a death sentence: Jessica's pool party. Saturday. 2 PM. "You going?" Marcus asked, sliding onto the bench next to me. "Obviously." I li...
My hair was doing that thing again—standing up like I'd stuck my finger in an electrical socket. So obviously, I yanked my dad's old fedora off the coat rack. The hat smelled like ...
The country club smelled like expensive sunscreen and desperation. I stood near the padel court, feeling like a total fraud in my borrowed racket. Everyone else looked like they'd ...
Leo slumped on the couch, his dad's ancient beagle mix Buster snoring beside him. The TV displayed the same message it had been showing for three hours: NO SIGNAL. "Bro, just call...
Maya's hair was supposed to be perfect. That's what her Instagram said, anyway. She'd spent two hours this morning curling it into these effortless-looking waves that actually requ...
I had to bear it — another weekend stuck in the woods while my friends were at Maya's party posting stories that I would definitely see later and feel weird about it. My mom's new ...
The carnival smelled like deep-fried everything and desperation, but Jay and I had made it our post-middle school tradition. Three years running, we'd spend our last week of summer...
Maya pulled her baseball cap lower, doing her best incognito impression as she slid into the back of Mr. Harrison's English class. Third period. Finally. "Psst. Maya." Her best f...
Maya stared at her reflection, the fluorescent bathroom bulb making the orange dye in her hair look radioactive. It was supposed to be a subtle auburn highlight. Instead, she looke...
Sixteen-year-old Ash felt like a zombie going through the motions of life. Wake up, school, practice, repeat. Their latest torture? Padel lessons three times a week because apparen...
Maya's first day of sophomore year was already a disaster before lunch even started. Her supposed best friend, Chloe, had spent all morning hanging with the popular crowd, leaving ...