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The new girl sat two rows behind me in AP Bio, and I was definitely not staring at her. Okay, maybe a little. Her hair was this impossible shade of purple-blue, like she'd dipped i...
The pool party was basically social suicide from the start. I yanked my fedora down lower—yes, a fedora, don't judge me, it was 2023 and I was going through a phase—and wished I co...
I looked like a **zombie**. No joke—actually deceased, walking among the living, sustain only by caffeine and sheer will. Three nights of grinding Diamond rank in Valorant will do ...
Maya felt like a total spy every time she walked through the cafeteria, invisible hoodie up, eyes scanning the food chain's social pyramid like she was on some undercover mission. ...
Maya's lucky orange shirt stared at her from the chair, but today it felt like a lie. Today was the sophomore cooking competition finals, and for the first time since kindergarten,...
The Saturday heatwave hit San Diego like a microwave on steroids, and Maya's backyard pool party was the only place to be. I stood at the edge of the concrete, toes curled against ...
The community pool hummed with summer noise—splashes, laughter, the whistle of the lifeguard cutting through chaos like a weaponized noisemaker. Maya stood at the edge gripping her...
Maya's palm was sweating against her phone case as she stared at the party invitation. Honestly, she'd rather die than show up alone to Jordan's house again, but Chloe had sworn sh...
Maya's palm were sweating. Like, actually dripping—gross, but real—and she kept wiping them on her dress like that would somehow make the moisture vanish into the ether instead of ...
I was on a mission. A covert operation, if you will. Okay, fine—I was crouching behind the snack table at Maya's end-of-school pool party, feeling like a total fraud, spying on the...
The charging cable snapped with a sound like a wishbone breaking, right in the middle of Maya's first FaceTime with him. "Your screen went dark," Lucas's voice floated through the...
My life ended on a Tuesday at 3:47 PM. That's when my iPhone slipped from my sweaty grip during cross country practice and did a perfect swan dive into Old Man Miller's cow trough....