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Maya's freshman year at Creekwood High was basically a tutorial on how to become invisible. But sophomore year? That was supposed to be different. That was the year she'd finally b...
The baseball glove sat in my bag like evidence of a crime I hadn't committed but everyone assumed I had. My dad's dream, not mine. I'd been playing outfield for three years, mostly...
Maya dragged herself to the cable park, feeling like a total zombie after three nights of final-exam cramming. Her best friend Chen had been begging her to try wakeboarding all sum...
The playlist blasted something with too much bass as I hovered at the edge of Jake's above-ground pool, clutching a plate of fruit like it was a lifeline. My oversized band tee cov...
Maya's first week at Northwood High could've gone better. Actually, it could've gone a lot better. She'd planned her reinvention carefully: new wardrobe, new attitude, zero remind...
Maya's phone buzzed with the notification that changed her summer: *pool party @ Jake's, 2pm*. Her stomach did that thing it always did when social events loomed — like she was und...
The WiFi died at 2:47 AM. Of course. I stared at my phone, the 'no internet' icon mocking me like it knew I had that history final in six hours. My character in the game—lvl 72, l...
The party thumped with bass that vibrated through the floorboards of Jordan's older brother's house. Maya clutched her iphone so hard her knuckles turned white, the device a shield...
Maya dragged herself through first period like a **zombie**, three hours of sleep and zero motivation weighing down every step. The social **pyramid** of Franklin High loomed overh...
Maya's summer was supposed to be transformative—like those glossy vitamin supplements her mom swore would fix everything. Instead, she was stuck at her cousin's lake house, drownin...
The box hair dye said 'auburn cascade' but turned my hair into what Tyler loudly announced was 'radioactive pumpkin.' I wanted to disappear, but my mom made me take these gross hai...
Maya stared into her bathroom mirror, fingers tangling in the frizzy curls she'd spent two hours trying to tame. Fourth period gym class loomed — and the mandatory softball unit th...