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The social pyramid of sophomore year was ruthless, and Maya had landed somewhere near the bottom—right next to the recycling bin and that kid who still carried a fidget spinner. Sh...
Maya's palms were sweating—again. Sixteen and still terrified of pools. The one thing everyone else at Ridgeview High seemed to treat like some birthright, like breathing or compl...
Maya stared at the middle school lunch table like it was some ancient **pyramid** scheme she hadn't signed up for. At the apex sat Jordan—her former best friend, now Instagram roya...
Mia stared at her reflection, the fluorescent bathroom mirror revealing a disaster. Her hair—supposed to be a subtle sunset auburn—had turned neon orange. Like, traffic cone orange...
I was totally screwed. The email from Mrs. Chen sat in my inbox like a bomb: Final padel tournament roster — and my name was nowhere on it. "Dude, you got cut?" Liam said, leaning...
The water cooler was basically social headquarters at Hamilton High, and Maya had been camped there for twenty minutes, nursing a lukewarm paper cup like it held the secrets to sur...
The hat was my mom's idea — a beat-up straw cowboy thing that made me look like I'd stepped out of a history book she was forcing on me for extra credit. But Jayden was going to be...
Maya's hair wasn't supposed to be orange. It was supposed to be "sunset copper," but the box lied, and now she looked like a human traffic cone. Great. Perfect timing for sophomore...
Maya's internal monologue had been stuck on zombie mode for three days straight. Finals week would do that to you—turn your brain into mush and your social battery into a non-exist...
The carnival goldfish lived in a mason jar on my nightstand, a glittering orange reminder that Leo had actually noticed me. He'd won it for me at the spring fair, his hand brushing...
Maya's palms were literally sweating through her favorite denim shorts as she stood outside Jordan's house party. The bass from inside rattled the windows, and she could hear peopl...
Leo stared at his phone screen, willing **cat**fish420 to respond. The girl from seventh period math had actually DM'd him first, which was either the best thing to ever happen or ...