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My palms were sweating so bad I could barely grip the laminate with my employee badge on it. First day at Splash Zone, and I was already five minutes late. "You're the new lifegua...
I was officially a **zombie**. Not the cool, Netflix kind that eats brains and wears ripped flannel. The boring kind — the kind that spends three hours every night doomscrolling th...
Maya's bedroom had become a command center, which was really just a fancy way of saying it looked like a cable factory had exploded everywhere. HDMI snakes coiled across her floor ...
Maya's hands shook as she stared at her reflection. The haircut was supposed to be layers. It was a pyramid. An actual, geometric pyramid sitting on her head. "You're being dramat...
Maya's hair was supposed to be cute. A simple trim, maybe some layers. Instead, she walked out of Supercuts looking like a startled poodle. The stylist called it "asymmetrical edge...
Lila's stomach did backflips as she stared at the cafeteria line. The first day of sophomore year and everyone already seemed to have their assigned seats—like some ancient social ...
Maya's palms were sweating, which was exactly why she was holding this stupid red cup like it contained state secrets instead of lukewarm punch. "You gonna swim or what?" Tyler as...
Maya stared at herself in the mirror, spiral curling iron in hand, ready to execute what YouTube tutorial #47 promised would be "effortless beach waves." Instead, she'd created wha...
I looked like a zombie. No, seriously — after pulling an all-nighter to finish my history paper that I'd procrastinated on for three weeks, I was basically the walking dead. My mom...
Maya's phone buzzed with another text from Jasmine about tonight's party—her third one this week. Maya stared at the papaya spinning lazily in her breakfast smoothie, her stomach d...
Maya's palms were sweating again. She rubbed them against her jeans, staring at Leo where he sat three tables away in the cafeteria, laughing at something his friends said. This wa...
Maya, 16, had basically turned spying into an Olympic sport. From her bedroom window, she'd cataloged everything about the apartment building across the street: which neighbor left...