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Marcus's arm felt like a **zombie** limb—dead weight, barely functional. He blamed the twelve-hour **cable** TV marathon from Friday night. Three seasons of that apocalypse show, a...
Maya's hair was supposed to be sleek and perfect for Jordan's pool party. That was the plan. Instead, her little brother's cat, Pancake, had decided her straightening iron was a be...
Maya stared at the lunchroom like it was some ancient pyramid scheme she hadn't signed up for. Top tier: the popular kids with their curated Instagram feeds and perfect outfits. Mi...
Maya's palms were sweating, which was honestly embarrassing considering she'd been working at Tropical T's for exactly three days. The smoothie shop smell of artificial coconut and...
Maya's pet goldfish, Neptune, was the only one who knew her secret: she was basically a professional spy. Okay, fine, she just spent lunch period watching the popular table like a ...
Maya's summer had three official activities: rotting on the couch, scrolling until her brain turned to mush, and avoiding eye contact with her neighbor whenever they both checked t...
Maya pressed her sweaty **palm** against her dress, feeling like a total imposter among the glittering crowd. Homecoming Court voting had just closed, and somehow—through some cosm...
The pool at the Ridgewood Club was basically a social minefield, and I was stepping right into it with my towel wrapped way too tight around my waist. "Yo, Marcus! You coming or w...
My life was basically a pyramid scheme of embarrassment, and I was the CEO. Friday night, and I'm standing against the gym wall like a piece of forgotten furniture. The spring for...
I'd spent three years building an invisibility cloak at Northwood High, and Maya Chen just shredded it with one papaya. "You're hovering at pyramid base, Leo," she said, leaning a...
Maya's first day at Northwood High felt like walking into a foreign country without a passport. Her vintage cat-eye glasses kept sliding down her nose, and her backpack—weighted do...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, frantically brushing her hair for the third time that morning. The humidity was doing her zero favors. Her phone buzzed—group ...