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Maya felt like a literal zombie. She'd spent all night marathon-watching The Walking Dead instead of sleeping, and now here she was at Jake's pool party, operating on two hours of ...
Maya stared at the half-eaten salad on her cafeteria tray, pushing a piece of spinach around with her fork. Three days with braces, and she'd already embarrassed herself twice by g...
The bathroom mirror reflected someone I barely recognized—staring back with neon orange hair that screamed everything I'd been too afraid to say out loud. Three weeks into sophomor...
Marcus pulled his snapback lower, the brim shielding eyes that refused to meet anyone's. The hat was his armor—worn backward, bent bill, three years of lucky game-day superstition ...
Maya's been a spy since October. Not the cool kind - the desperate kind with a guilty Spotify habit and memorized cafeteria routes. She knows Jamie takes coffee with two sugars, w...
The first time I saw **papaya** on the breakfast counter, I almost laughed. My mom, trying to be *aesthetic* for her Instagram cooking account, had arranged the orange slices like ...
Maya's thumbs were practically vibrating against her iPhone screen as she hovered at the edge of everything—the party, the conversation, definitely the pool. The backyard hummed wi...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate, frizzing up like it had a personal vendetta against the humidity. She yanked her beanie hat down lower, practically disappearing inside it. Welcom...
Maya's ancient history pyramid project was due Monday, but it was Friday night and her masterpiece was still a pile of sugar cubes. Typical. "You going to Lucas's party?" asked Jo...
The pyramid started at the top with Lila Chen and descended through layers of increasingly desperate wannabes until it reached me, somewhere near the bottom with the kids who broug...
Marcus's palms were sweating again. Like, actually dripping. He wiped them on his jeans for the third time, leaving dark streaks on the denim. Tryouts were in ten minutes, and the ...
Leo's mom was forcing him to eat the spinach smoothie. Again. "It's packed with iron, mijo. You need energy for tryouts." "Baseball tryouts aren't until next week, Mom. And this ...