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The heat wave had been brutal for three days straight, turning Carter's backyard pool party into the only place worth being. But for Maya, standing at the edge of the concrete deck...
Maya dragged herself through third period feeling like a straight-up zombie. Three hours of sleep because Lila decided to have a "midnight crisis" over text, and now Maya was payin...
The cable guy's van had been parked outside Maya's house for three hours. Her mom, stressed about the spotty internet ruining her work calls, had promised Maya twenty bucks if she ...
Maya pulled the beanie down over her ears, trying to disappear into the locker room wall. Eighth grade in three weeks and she still felt like an NPC in everyone else's movie. "Yo,...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. The **hair** dye box had promised "sunset copper," but her hair looked more like a traffic cone that had seen better days. Her...
Maya's iphone buzzed in her sweaty palm, screen lighting up with another notification from the group chat. _House party @ Jake's. Everyone's going. You coming?_ She stood outside ...
The rumor spread faster than a TikTok trend goes viral: Jordan was talking smack about me behind my back. The exact kind of petty drama I'd sworn to avoid sophomore year, yet here ...
The chlorine smell always hit Maya first thing—like, aggressive nose-burn status—but today she had bigger problems than chemical warfare. Her best friend since kindergarten was lou...
Jordan's vintage beret was supposed to be their personality piece — a statement that said, 'I'm artsy, I'm mysterious, I'm not like everyone else at Northwood High.' Instead, it sa...
Maya's iphone cracked against the chain-link fence, spiderwebbing like the anxious thoughts already multiplying in her head. Baseball practice wasn't supposed to be this hard—she'd...
The social pyramid at Lincoln High had me stuck somewhere near the bottom—freshman year, no varsity jacket, zero Instagram followers. So when my older cousin Jay offered me a summe...
The hat was three sizes too big and smelled like my dad's garage, but I was wearing it anyway. House rule number one at Emma's party: if you showed up alone, you had to wear someth...