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Maya stood at the edge of Miller's Pond, her toes curling into the warm sand. The water sparkled deceptively calm in the afternoon sun, but her stomach twisted itself into knots. T...
The cable guy had been at our new house for three hours when Mom dropped the bomb. "We're not getting it installed, Maya. No internet, no TV. Consider it a... reset." "A reset?" ...
Maya's phone buzzed with a notification from Leo: 'u coming? everyone's @ the spot' She hesitated, thumb hovering over the keyboard. The spot—the abandoned water tower behind the ...
Maya's iPhone blinked at 3% as she slipped into the bathroom, the bass from the party downstairs vibrating through the floor tiles. Junior year house parties were supposed to be ep...
The disaster started with a box of hair dye labeled 'Sunset Strawberry' and ended with me looking like a walking traffic cone. "It's not that bad," Lily lied, staring at my neon o...
The chlorine smell hit Maya before she even walked through the doors. Regional championships. Her stomach did that thing it always did before big races—part nerves, part why-was-sh...
The day Maya chopped off her waist-length dreads and dyed the buzz cut electric blue, her best friend since third grade stopped speaking to her completely. "It's just hair," Maya ...
Maya's goldfish, Bubbles, stared at her through the glass with those dead-eyed fish looks that said everything and nothing at all. Typical. Just like high school. "You coming to J...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her cutoffs for the third time, clutching her iPhone like it was a lifeline. The screen illuminated her face in the darkness of...
Maya stared at her phone, thumb hovering over the anonymous confession post. The Sphinx, Westbridge's infamous gossip account, had just dropped another riddle: "Who's the fox that ...
Maya's thumb hovered over the send button, her screen illuminating her face in the darkness of her bedroom. The **iphone** felt slick with sweat, or maybe just the humidity of a Ju...
Maya's mom had dropped her off at Tyler's house with the warning: "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Which was hilarious, because Maya's mom had never been to a high school house p...