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Maya's palms were literally sweating as she stood outside the padel club. This was it—her chance to finally break into the popular squad that ruled their school's social hierarchy....
Maya floated in the **pool**, fingers trailing through the water, pretending not to notice Caleb sitting on the deck with his friends. The Friday night hangout at Jen's house was s...
Maya's phone buzzed. Third time from Jasmine. 'U coming?? D pool party starts in 15' Maya stared at her reflection, then at the sliced papaya her mom had left on the counter. Try ...
Maya clutched the plastic **sphinx** statue so hard its wings dug into her palm. It was literally the worst thing her mom had ever purchased from that weird Egyptian gift shop—actu...
Maya stared at the cracked screen of her iPhone 12, watching the signal bars flicker from 'No Service' to one pathetic bar and back again. The charging cable dangled uselessly from...
My trucker hat was basically part of my skull at this point. Forward-facing, slightly bent brim, the whole deal. It was my armor against the universe, especially today, standing in...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be legendary. According to the group chat, everyone who was anyone would be there, arms already aching from holding their phones at ...
Maya stared at the box of neon pink hair dye like it was a bomb. Three weeks before freshman orientation, and she was about to commit social suicide or whatever. Her mom's voice ec...
Marcus's dad lived for **baseball**. Like, actually lived for it. The man had Cubs jerseys older than Marcus, and every summer weekend meant sacrifice flies to a father who'd never...
The orange hair dye had been an accident — a sleepover mishap that left me looking like a traffic cone instead of the subtle auburn I'd wanted. But as I stared in the mirror that M...
The summer I turned fifteen, our **cable** went out for three weeks straight. My dad was constantly on the phone with the company, but honestly? I didn't mind. Something about livi...
Maya pressed her back against the lockers, phone recording through a tiny gap. Being the new girl at Ridgefield High meant you had two choices: become invisible immediately or beco...