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Maya's first week at Northwood High and she'd already committed social suicide. The papaya incident would live in infamy. "You brought WHAT for lunch?" Leo had practically shouted...
I was basically a zombie by third period, shuffling through the hallway like I'd just crawled out of a grave. Thanks to Mr. Henderson's AP History essay due at midnight, followed b...
The papaya sat on Maya's tray like an alien artifact. Bright orange flesh, black seeds speckled like constellations, and that smell—musky, tropical, completely out of place in a hi...
Maya's first high school house party felt like climbing a social pyramid she didn't know existed. She stood in the corner of someone's basement, clutching a red solo cup like it wa...
The neon screen of my **iphone** illuminated the darkest corner of the detention room. Principal What's-His-Face was droning on about "character building" and "respect for authorit...
Maya pressed her back against the gym wall, heart practically vibrating out of her chest. Three weeks of carefully orchestrated accidental run-ins, and she was still basically a **...
I was supposed to be running track practice, but honestly I was running from everything—my dad's expectations, Maya's texts that I kept ghosting, the version of myself that felt li...
Kai's hands shook as they adjusted the HDMI cable behind the TV. Their mom was hosting her book club tonight, which meant the living room would be occupied until at least ten. Whic...
Maya pulled her beanie down lower over her curls, the hat serving as both armor and identity badge in the treacherous halls of Northwood High. At fifteen, she'd already learned tha...
Maya stared at the spiderweb crack across her iPhone screen, the one she'd gotten when she tripped over that stupid outfield fence during tryouts last week. It was the final straw....
Maya's phone buzzed with a DM that would change everything: 'I spy with my little eye... someone who's about to crash and burn.' Her bestie Chen wasn't playing games. This was ser...
The social pyramid at Northwood High had CJ stuck firmly at the bottom, right alongside the kids who played Magic cards in the library and the guy whose jeans were always two inche...