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Maya's stomach did nervous backflips as she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. The homecoming dance was in two hours, and she was stuck with a massive piece of spinach lodge...
The heat hit Maya before she even stepped through the gate—ninety degrees of pure Texas summer, the kind that makes your skin feel tight and your brain go a little fuzzy. She clutc...
The group chat was blowing up. Three notifications. Five. Eight. Maya stared at her phone, thumbs hovering over the screen. Her supposed best friend, Sarah, had posted a TikTok wi...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her jeans — third time in two minutes. The bass from Tyler's sound system vibrated through the floorboards of his basement, che...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually dripping — as she stood in the corner of Tyler's backyard party. The humidity wasn't helping. Neither was the fact that Jordan, the cute...
My charging cable had been dying for weeks — you know, that stage where the wire's exposed and you have to bend it at exactly 47 degrees for the little lightning bolt to appear. Bu...
Maya's thumb hovered over the 'post' button, her heart doing that stupid fluttery thing it always did before sharing something real. The photo on her screen showed her in the overs...
I'd been existing in full **zombie** mode since finals week began. My brain felt like mush, my eyes burned from studying until 3 AM, and don't even get me started on the dark circl...
Maya's palms were sweating as she stood in the corner of Jordan's basement, nursing her Orange Crush like it was a lifeline. The music thudded against her ribs and her phone kept b...
Maya's living room smelled like stale chips and desperation. Onscreen, my character in Apex Legends kept glitching—rubber-banding across the map like it was having a seizure. "Dud...
The baseball team's end-of-year pool party at Reynolds Pond was supposed to be legendary. Coach said it'd be "straight fire," but I was mostly just dreading the part where anyone—e...
Maya's phone died at 11:47 PM. Exactly. The screen went black like an eye closing forever, and she stared at her reflection—dark circles, hair escaping the messy bun, mouth slightl...