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Marcus's palm was sweating against his phone screen, slick with the kind of nervous moisture only a fourteen-year-old boy could produce. He'd been refreshing Maya's Instagram for t...
The green hair dye was supposed to wash out in two days. It had been two weeks. Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, running a hand through the faded mossy strand...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could barely grip her phone. This was it—the first proper pool party of freshman year, and somehow she'd actually been invited. Jessica Barker...
The backyard hummed with that weird energy only happens when half the sophomore class is crammed into one space. I stood by the **pool**, clutching my Solo cup like it contained th...
I looked like a zombie. No, seriously—if the apocalypse hit during third period, I'd blend right in with the undead. My hair was doing that weird staticky thing, and I'd survived t...
Maya's vintage dad hat felt like a neon sign screaming 'I DON'T BELONG HERE.' She pulled the brim lower, trying to disappear into the kitchen wall while her cousin Emma dragged her...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool in her too-new bikini, feeling like she'd accidentally crashed someone else's life. The water shimmered with that artificial blue that only exist...
Maya's life officially ended at 2:47 PM on a Tuesday, and naturally, her iPhone was the witness. She'd been crushing on Luis since homecoming, when he'd complimented her vintage C...
The smoothie shop smelled like artificial strawberry and desperation. I stood behind the counter, wearing an apron that screamed I HAVE NO SOCIAL SKILLS in bright green letters. "...
The summer heat wave had everyone acting totally unhinged, but Maya's cousin Amir took it to another level. He'd challenged her to eat an entire papaya in under three minutes, live...
I looked like a straight-up zombie. Four hours of sleep, dark circles that could host their own solar system, and my mom's giant vitamin D pills sitting in my pocket like a threat....
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time, clutching her iPhone like it was a lifeline. The screen showed zero new messages—not that ...