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Maya clutched her iPhone like a lifeline, thumb hovering over Leo's text. *Hey, come over? Swimming?* The dots danced, disappeared, then reappeared. She'd been crushing on Leo sinc...
The social pyramid at Northwood High was less of a geometric structure and more of a game of musical no one knew the rules to until the music stopped. And Maya? She was definitely ...
Marcus stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, finger-combing his hair for the third time that morning. At fourteen, having a cowlick that refused to lay flat felt like so...
Maya's sweaty palm pressed against the bathroom stall door as she debated whether to rejoin the party. The bass from the living room vibrated through the floorboards, making her st...
Maya's legs were literally shaking. First period AP English meant one thing: Mr. Henderson's legendary sphinx assignment. The whole class had to perform an original riddle in chara...
The first week of July, Maya's mom bought her a goldfish. "Something to care for," she said, which was rich considering Maya couldn't even keep a cactus alive. She named it Toast a...
The pool party invitation had been sitting on my dresser for three days, mocking me. Sophie's. The Sophie who had spent the entire semester giving me that look—that half-smile, hal...
My palms were sweating so bad I could practically fill the neighborhood **pool** by myself. This was it—Jasmine's legendary end-of-summer bash, and I was finally invited. Not just ...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically fill a water bottle. This was it — the Sweetheart Dance, freshman year, and she was actually going with Jake, the sophomore ...
Maya's hair had been every shade of the rainbow this semester, but orange was supposed to be different. Orange was supposed to be her. Instead, she was currently hiding under a bea...
Maya's palms were sweating—like, actually dripping—as she adjusted her dad's vintage bucket hat for the seventeenth time in the mirror. Why had she let Chloe talk her into coming t...
The swimming pool smelled like chlorine and anxiety, which honestly wasn't that different from the rodeo grounds—minus the chlorine, obviously. I adjusted my hat for the fiftieth ...