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Maya had mastered the art of being a background character in her own life. It was a skill, really — knowing exactly when to nod, when to laugh at the right moments, how to exist in...
Leo felt like a total loser spying on the padel courts from behind the equipment shed. Three weeks at Northwood High and he'd already earned the nickname "Quiet Kid" — not exactly ...
I was running late for third period—again—when I saw it. The social pyramid of Northwood High, displayed in perfectly cursed form against the bathroom wall. Someone had drawn a lit...
The bathroom mirror showed exactly what Maya didn't want to see: frizz haloing her hair like she'd stuck a fork in an electrical socket. She'd spent forty-five minutes straightenin...
I'd spent three hours perfecting my zombie costume for Jordan's Halloween party. Three. Hours. My mom kept poking her head in, asking if I was actually going to wear my lucky beani...
Maya's cat, Mr. Pickles, chose that exact moment to knock over the papaya smoothie she'd been nervously sipping for twenty minutes. The pink explosion splattered across her science...
Maya's thumbs were cramping. Three hours of scrolling through Tyler's instagram posts—from that blurry concert pic last November to the sunset beach photo from literally yesterday—...
Maya hated sports. Hated them. Which is exactly why her best friend Chloe had signed her up for the summer padel tournament at the country club. "You need to get out there, Maya. S...
Maya felt like a total zombie as she stood against the wall at Jake's party. Her first real high school house party, and she was currently failing at being cool. She'd been ghost-t...
The bear suit smelled like freshman year desperation and Axe body spray. I tugged at the faux fur, my face already sweating behind the mesh eyes. Tonight was my first official gig ...
Maya gripped the brim of her dad's vintage trucker hat—the only thing standing between her forehead and maximum cringe. This was it. The first pool party of sophomore year, and Lia...
The bull sat in the corner of Mr. Henderson's classroom, stuffed and dusty, its glass eyes judging everyone who walked past. Maya had been staring at it for twenty minutes, her iPh...