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The first day of sophomore year at Northwood High, Maya decided to reinvent herself. Gone was the middle school girl who blended into lockers. This year, she'd be bold. "You need ...
The pool party was already in full swing when Maya arrived, fashionably late but internally screaming. Jake Anderson was there, looking unfairly good in swim trunks, and she'd spen...
Maya's palms were sweating again. She wiped them on her jeans, leaving dark damp spots that definitely weren't helping her already-frayed nerves. "You ready for this?" Chloe asked...
Maya's fingers hovered over the **iphone** screen, the blue light illuminating her hesitation in the dim guest bathroom. Outside, muffled laughter and splashing drifted from where ...
Marcus stood in the cafeteria, holding his phone like it was evidence in a crime. His cousin's DM stared back: *Bro, I'm telling you, this pyramid scheme is legit. You buy five LED...
Maya's been running from social situations since seventh grade, which is ironic considering she literally joined track. Her older brother says she's a zombie before 10 AM, and hone...
The summer before junior year, I learned that seventeen feels exactly like being a zombie—minus the cool supernatural backstory. It's more like: exist, scroll, repeat. Me and Jay ...
The iPhone sat there, screen glowing on the picnic table like a guilty conscience. Maya's phone. Left completely unlocked while she grabbed more sodas from the cooler. I knew bett...
Maya's hair had a mind of its own. Like, actually. Every time she tried to straighten it for school, it would frizz up in this weird defiance that felt personal. Today was worse—Pi...
Maya's dad's oversized fishing hat perched on her head like a desperate shelter. At Tyler's pool party, everyone else was already in the water—screaming, doing cannonballs, being e...
I'd been a zombie for three weeks straight. Ever since Tyler and I called it quits—well, ever since he called it and I just stood there taking it—my life had been this gray blur of...
Maya stared at the lunch table, trying to look busy. The cross-country team sat two tables away, laughing about something Coach said. She'd been **running** with them for three wee...