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Maya's older brother was a total bear about his room. Like, actually growl-if-you-touch-his-stuff bear. But that wasn't even the weird part. The weird part was the bull. Every ni...
Jordan and I had been inseparable since seventh grade, bonded over our mutual hatred of gym class and an inexplicable obsession with her pet goldfish, Captain Fin. We spent hours w...
Maya adjusted her hoodie, pulling the strings tight until she disappeared inside. Being a junior at Northwood High meant mastering the art of the social **spy**—invisible, observan...
The party at Tyler's house was already giving me major anxiety when I spotted the fox tattoo on Maya's shoulder. She was leaning against the kitchen counter, red solo cup in hand, ...
Maya was running—actually running—down Elm Street at 11:47 PM with her heartbeat hammering in her ears like a bass drop at a homecoming dance. Her iPhone clattered in her sweatshir...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her hair a frizzy disaster after yesterday's swim practice. The chlorine water had turned her curls into something resembling ...
The bass thumped against Maya's chest as she stood in the corner of Jake's basement, her fingers practically glued to her iPhone screen. Refresh. Still no new notifications. Just K...
Maya's phone buzzed at 11:47 PM. Another TikTok notification from Jordan—her best friend since seventh grade, back when they'd bonded over matching homemade bracelets and inside jo...
The problem started with the shorts. Bright orange. Like, blindingly orange. Mom said they'd help me stand out at tryouts, but standing out wasn't exactly the vibe I was going for ...
Marcus's feet pounded the pavement, running from the humiliation still burning his ears. Third period gym class — where Derrick, the self-appointed king of freshman year, had decid...
Maya's vitamin gummies clattered against her Nalgene as she stumbled up the trail. Behind her, Chad and Jen were already Instagramming the view, because apparently nature needed a ...
The hat was a tragedy. A dad-fedora, really—khaki, stained at the brim, smelling like old thrift store cardboard. But it was my uniform at Splash Zone, the worst summer job in exis...