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Maya's first mistake was showing up to Jordan's pool party ten minutes early. Her second mistake was wearing the one-piece swimsuit she'd bought on clearance instead of the cute bi...
The bass thumped through my chest as I stood by the snack table, nursing a lukewarm soda. I was technically at Maya's birthday party, but honestly? I felt like a zombie going throu...
Nobody warned me that high school would feel like being the walking dead. After two weeks of zero sleep thanks to finals and my parents' divorce, I was basically a zombie—dragging ...
The water shimmered like liquid diamonds under the afternoon sun, but Maya's stomach was doing nervous cartwheels. She stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lif...
Maya pulled her beanie **hat** down lower, practically over her eyes, trying to disappear into the couch cushions. This was exactly why she didn't do parties. Especially not ones w...
The papaya sat on the cafeteria table like a radioactive fruit bomb, and I knew exactly whose it was. Maya's. The girl who'd somehow become my best friend since kindergarten, even ...
Maya's bathroom looked like a crime scene. Blue hair dye splattered the sink, the counter, somehow even the ceiling fan. "Yo, you alive in there?" Jordan's voice carried through t...
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Maya adjusted her beanie—technically a hat, though her mom called it "that rag you refuse to wash"—and smoothed her shirt for the millionth time. The first party of junior year. He...
The summer heat was melting everything — my dignity included. Standing at the padel court, I watched Jake serve with that effortless, too-cool swagger that made my stomach do backf...
Maya stared at her blackened iphone screen, willing the bars to miraculously appear. Nothing. Camp Cedarwood was officially a dead zone. Two weeks without TikTok, Instagram, or eve...
When my iPhone shattered against the locker room floor, I thought my life was over. No more Instagram stories, no more TikTok doom-scrolls, no more constant FOMO while everyone els...