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Maya felt like a walking **zombie** as she dragged herself through another week of summer school. Her parents had insisted she retake chemistry after she'd spent the entire semeste...
Marcus's palms were sweating through his jeans—again. Like, actually pooling in his pockets. Which would've been fine if he was anywhere else, but he was stuck behind home plate at...
Maya smoothed her hair back for the third time, checking her reflection in the bathroom mirror. The curls refused to cooperate, frizzing up like she'd stuck her finger in an electr...
Maya's cleats clicked against the pavement as she sprinted toward the outfield, her heart doing that nervous flutter thing it always did before seventh inning. Coach Miller called ...
Maya's orange bikini felt too bright against her pale skin as she stood at the edge of Jake's pool, clutching her iPhone like a lifeline. The screen lit up with another notificatio...
Leo felt like a total spy in his own life, which was objectively pathetic. Four months into sophomore year at Northwood High, and he was still that new kid who sat alone at lunch,...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating — gross, noticeable dampness that made the solo cup in her hand feel slippery. She'd been standing by the snack table for twenty...
I felt like a straight-up zombie—three finals in two days will do that to you. My eyes burned, my brain was mush, and I was pretty sure I'd forgotten what sunlight looked like. But...
Maya's phone buzzed with another text from Jake: *party at Damien's. u coming?* She stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror—orange hair dye still staining her forehead from...
Maya's cat Luna decided Halloween night was perfect for sprinting out the open front door. Great. Just great. "LUNA!" Maya shouted, already breathless. She grabbed her sneakers an...
The **pool** glittered like someone had spilled an entire craft store's worth of glitter into the water. Maya clutched her **iPhone** like it was a lifeline, which it basically was...
The house thudded with bass that shook my ribs. I stood near the snack table, clutching my red Solo cup like it was a lifeline, feeling every bit the awkward freshman I was. The se...