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Maya hovered at the edge of the pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The seniors' end-of-summer party raged around her—bodies cannonballing, bass vibrating through the concre...
Maya's palm was sweating. Like, actually dripping onto her favorite orange corduroys. Which was gross, but also kind of perfect because tonight was already a disaster before it eve...
My white Air Forces were pristine when I walked into the country club. Three minutes later, they were ruined. "You coming or what?" Tyler asked, already holding a padel racket lik...
Maya's iPhone died somewhere between the parking lot and the trailhead. One minute she was livestreaming her entrance to Camp Wakenshaw for her 472 followers, the next—black screen...
Maya's palms were sweating against her phone as she ducked behind the gymnasium dumpster. Again. This was the third time this week she'd basically turned herself into a total stalk...
Maya pressed her back against the stucco wall, heart doing that fluttery thing it always did when she felt like a total creeper. She was fifteen now—practically an adult—but someho...
Maya's parents had been fighting about the cable bill for weeks. Another thing falling apart in the house that already felt like it was crumbling at the edges. "You gonna say some...
Maya's iphone clattered onto the cafeteria table, screen glowing with yet another notification. 42 likes. Not enough. Her thumb hovered over the screen, refreshing, refreshing, lik...
The invitation had been sitting in my phone for three days: Emma's pool party. The social event of the summer before sophomore year. I'd been staring at it like it was a bomb I had...
The social pyramid at Northwood High was simple: varsity athletes at the apex, Academic Decathlon team somewhere in the middle, everyone else scrambling for footing. Until this sum...
The neon sign flickered above us: THE SPHINX. Oakland's most overrated escape room, but also the only place where seventeen-year-olds could hang out without adult supervision until...
The group chat blew up my iPhone with eleven notifications before I'd even brushed my teeth. "UR missing it," "Summer camp is LIT without u," and my favorite: "Victoria's being SO ...