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Maya's phone buzzed with the screenshot again. Someone had posted it in the group chat—the one from last summer, before she dyed her hair that ridiculous electric blue that her mom...
The summer before sophomore year, Maya's mom insisted she take this chewable **vitamin** every morning. 'It'll help with the stress,' she'd said, as if a neon-orange gummy could fi...
The night sky above the community pool glowed that weird orange from the streetlights—like someone had spilled a Creamsicle all over the atmosphere. Marco sat on the edge, legs dan...
The chase started on a Tuesday, which felt unfair because Tuesdays should be for geometry homework and overthinking crush texts, not for sprinting down Main Street like your life d...
Maya slouched at the lunch table, feeling like a certified zombie after pulling an all-nighter to finish her AP Euro essay. Her brain was basically running on fumes and caffeine. ...
Lila crouched behind the gym bleachers, phone clutched in sweaty palms. Officially, she was just waiting for her mom. Unofficially, she was basically a private **spy** now. Maya C...
The pool shimmered like liquid diamonds, fake-blue and chlorine-scented. Maya stood at the edge, towel clutched to her chest, feeling every bit the loser she was pretty sure everyo...
Maya stared at the lunchroom's invisible social pyramid. At the top sat the table by the windows—where Jenna held court with her perfect beach waves and curated aesthetic. Maya, wi...
My first real shift at Uncle Jerry's roadside zoo and I was already regretting everything. The uniform was tragic—khaki shorts two sizes too big and a polo that screamed 'I have gi...
Maya's fingers traced the spiderweb crack across her iPhone screen—her battle scar from freshman year, when she'd finally stood up to Tyler in the cafeteria. Now, senior year, nobo...
The vintage trucker hat perched awkwardly on my head was supposed to be my armor. Mom's words echoed in my brain: "Just be yourself, Maya." But myself wasn't exactly crushing it at...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she might actually slip right off her lounge chair. The Miller's pool party was basically the social event of the summer, and somehow she'd manage...