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Maya's mom had started her on a new vitamin regime that morning, insisting the cherry-flavored gummies would "boost her confidence" before the first day of sophomore year. Maya ser...
Maya dragged herself through the cafeteria like a zombie, her brain still fried from three days of finals. She'd survived on caffeine and panic, and now she was supposed to be exci...
Maya smoothed the neon orange beanie over her curls, catching her reflection in the dark window of her mom's sedan. First day at Northwood High and she'd already committed the ulti...
Jordan's baseball cleats clicked against the cafeteria floor—echoing like a countdown to something that wasn't happening. Varsity tryouts were tomorrow, and his stomach was doing b...
Marcus felt like a literal zombie. Three hours of sleep last night—thanks to that AP History paper he'd procrastinated on until 2 AM—and now he was stuck working the Friday shift a...
The pool house humidity was already maxed out, and I was mentally rehearsing my excuse to leave. Rachel's sweet sixteen — or as I called it, the Pyramid of Popularity torture test ...
Maya's first day at Canyon Creek High started with a fashion emergency. Her favorite **orange** beanie had somehow shrunk in the wash, making her look like a confused traffic cone....
The invitation said 'casual pool party' but Maya stood at the gate in her Target two-piece, suddenly realizing 'casual' meant something entirely different to the popular kids. Her ...
Maya's first mistake was agreeing to come to the rodeo. Her second was eating that spinach dip in the parking lot. "You're gonna love this," said Skylar, her newest friend, who'd ...
Maya's **palm**s were sweating. Like, actually dripping. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time as Kai's front door loomed ahead. This was it—her first real party wi...
Maya stood outside Ryan's house, heart doing gymnastics. This was it — the first party of sophomore year, and she'd actually been invited. Not invited like "bring a bag of chips," ...
The pool party was everything Maya dreaded and everything she wanted. Jordan's backyard glowed with string lights, the **water** bobbing with inflatable unicorns and people who see...