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Maya's summer job at Miller's Petting Zoo was supposed to be easy money. Instead, she spent every morning dodging Barnaby—the massive, ill-tempered bull who seemed determined to pr...
Maya's life was officially over. She could feel the heat radiating from her face as she stared at the cafeteria floor, where her lunch – a perfectly sliced papaya she'd brought to ...
The sphinx stared at me from across the exhibit hall, its stone eyes holding all the secrets I'd been trying to unlock since freshman year began. I leaned against the glass case, m...
The iPhone vibrated in my pocket during third period—again. Another notification from the Pyramid app that was taking over Northwood High. Everyone was obsessed with it, some kind ...
Maya spent every lunch period behind the school's rusted cafeteria, where a crumbling sphinx statue guarded the overgrown garden like it was protecting ancient secrets instead of j...
Maya pulled the brim of her dad's vintage fedora lower, praying the cafeteria noise would swallow her whole. Third week at Northwood High, and she was still That New Girl—the one w...
Marcus's glove felt heavy as he adjusted his position behind home plate. Baseball practice usually cleared his head, but not today. Not with the text lighting up his iPhone in his ...
Maya's **iphone** face-planted onto the cafeteria table, screen down, like a tiny suicidal bird. She stared at the cracked black mirror—her fourth one this semester. "You good?" L...
Maya's life was officially over. She could feel it happening in real-time, like watching a slow-motion car crash, except the car was her dignity and the crash was the lunch line. ...
Maya yanked the beanie **hat** lower over her messy bun, wishing she could disappear into the basement wall. The house party thumped with bass that vibrated in her chest, but she f...
Maya's brain completely short-circuited when Tyler's eyes actually flicked toward her at the pool party. Like, full system failure. She'd spent three hours curling her hair into th...
Maya's room was basically a shrine to her social anxiety—posters of bands she pretended to like, a shelf of books she'd never finished, and Barnaby, her goldfish who'd survived ...