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Maya pulled at the hem of her thrifted oversized hoodie, wishing she could dissolve into the basement wall. Jordan's parties were legendary, but Maya was not. "You good, bestie?" ...
Maya stood in front of the bathroom mirror adjusting her grandfather's fedora. It was too big, making her look like a kid playing dress-up, but she needed it today. Today was the d...
Maya's ethernet cable lay frayed across her bedroom floor like a dead snake, exactly how her mental state felt. Junior year was hitting different — AP classes, volleyball captain e...
Maya's eyes darted around the cafeteria, scanning the invisible but very real social pyramid that governed Lincoln High. At the top sat the cheerleaders and varsity jocks—gods and ...
Maya's iphone pinged for the third time in two minutes. Another notification. Another like. Another comment. "Ugh, slay queen!" She tossed the phone onto her bed, where it landed...
The goldfish was dying. I mean, probably not actually dying, but Simon's pet—stupidly named Captain Fin—was floating sideways in the bowl again, and I was the one stuck housesittin...
Maya's locker was two down from Jake's—prime real estate for a seventeen-year-old with a massive crush and zero game. Every morning, she'd execute her routine: grab her history tex...
I looked like a straight-up zombie. Final exams had turned my brain into mush, and the bags under my eyes could carry groceries. But Maya had dragged me to Jordan's party, insistin...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The humidity had already attacked her hair, leaving it a frizzy halo she'd spent forty minutes trying to ta...
Maya's hair had always been her shield. A thick, dark curtain she could hide behind whenever the world felt too loud, too bright, too much. At fourteen, she'd spent years perfectin...
Marcus stared at Bubbles, his carnival-won goldfish, who stared back with what he swear was judgment. "You're literally the only one who gets me," he told the fish. Bubbles blew a...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically wring out a waterfall. The bathroom mirror reflected exactly what she felt: a goldfish in a bowl, mouth opening and closing,...