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Maya felt like a literal **zombie** as she dragged herself through the doors of Northwood High—third consecutive night of finishing her history project till 2 AM will do that to yo...
Gym class baseball, and of course I'm in right field again. Coach Miller calls it "strategic positioning." I call it witness protection for the athletically challenged. "Heads up,...
Maya's iPhone screen glowed in the darkness as she lay on her bed, doomscrolling through Instagram stories from the party she'd bailed on. FOMO hitting different tonight. Her room ...
Marcus had been running for twenty minutes straight, lungs burning, legs pumping rhythmically against the pavement. Track practice was over, but he couldn't stop. Not today. Not af...
Maya's hands were shaking so bad she could barely tie her shoes. The school talent show was in twenty minutes, and her stomach was doing jumping jacks that had nothing to do with t...
The **pool** shimmered like liquid diamond under the July sun, but Maya's stomach did nervous backflips. Her best friend Lena had been trying to convince her for weeks that Tyler's...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically water plants with them. Three minutes until Jason would walk through the door, and she was definitely not ready. "Your hair...
Maya's hands were literally shaking as she stepped onto the **padel** court, clutching her racket like a lifeline. Summer camp at Lake Pine wasn't exactly how she'd planned to spen...
Two weeks into wilderness camp and Maya's iPhone sat in her cabin like a paperweight. No service. No WiFi. No likes. Her follower count was probably plummeting. Back home, she was ...
The first pool party of sophomore year. My stomach did that thing where it feels like I swallowed a handful of anxiety and it's trying to crawl back up my throat. I'd spent two ho...
The papaya incident started everything, which was ridiculous because Maya hated papaya. But there she was, sophomore year, holding this impossible fruit while Jordan—the absolute s...
Maya stared at the lunch tray. A pile of wilted spinach sat where the french fries should have been. Thanks, Mom, for the packed lunch. Again. "You gonna eat that?" Leo asked, sli...