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The carnival lights blurred across Maya's contact lenses as she checked her phone again. No texts from Tyler since Friday. Typical. "You gonna stare at that goldfish all night or ...
Maya's goldfish — named Neptune, ironically — swam in lazy circles around his bowl while she stared at her phone. The screen showed that Elena had left her on read for three hours....
Max adjusted the brim of her baseball cap, angling herself behind the library bookshelves like she'd seen in movies, though her position felt more awkward than stealthy. Being thir...
Maya stood frozen outside the gym doors, bass from the spring formal vibrating through her sneakers. Her best friend Priya grabbed her arm. "You good? You look like you're about to...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, trying not to freak out. The DIY blonde highlights she'd attempted last night had turned her hair into a patchy orange disaste...
The Palms Country Club wasn't exactly my scene. But when Maya texted "u coming? 🎾" I couldn't say no even though my stomach did that nervous flip-flop thing. I'd never played pade...
Maya's legs burned as she rounded the third mile marker, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Cross country practice wasn't supposed to be this intense, but Coach Martinez had them r...
Maya's waterproof phone case was practically her best friend during sixth period swim gym. She'd float in the shallow end, scrolling through posts that made everyone else's life lo...
My iPhone buzzed with another notification from Leo: my best friend since seventh grade, now posting stories without me. Again. I swiped left, staring at my reflection in the black...
Maya stood at the edge of the **pool**, her toes curled against the warm concrete. Inside the water, Jessica—the Instagram queen of sophomore year—floated on an inflatable flamingo...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could barely grip her locker handle. Another Monday at Northwood High, another day at the bottom of the social pyramid. She'd spent all weeke...
Maya moved through junior year like a zombie, her eyes glazed from endless scrolling and studying. Her dad's solution? "You need fresh air, Maya. I signed you up for padel lessons....