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Maya's palms were sweating as she stood outside the house. This was it—her first actual high school party. She'd spent an hour perfecting her eyeliner, and now she was questioning ...
Lila's iphone lit up with another notification from Jordan's story. She'd been lowkey stalking his posts since freshman orientation—basically a social media spy at this point. Her ...
Maya's summer job wasn't exactly glamorous—babysitting the neighbor's "smart home" while they vacationed in the Hamptons. Her responsibilities included feeding their elaborate fish...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers trembling through her frizzy hair. The chlorine would kill it anyway, but the junior class pool party felt like high-stakes social warfare. S...
Maya's summer started with a snapchat screenshot that changed everything. Her best friend Lena had sent her a blurry image of Tyler (aka 'Fox' – don't ask, the soccer team gave him...
Maya's summer job at Kokomo Juice Bar wasn't exactly glamorous. Her parents called it "character building," which was adult-speak for "you'll appreciate air conditioning someday." ...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers combing through shoulder-length brown hair that refused to cooperate. Tonight was Jordan's party—everyone who was anyone would be there, incl...
Jordan's hands trembled as he adjusted his baseball cap, the brim facing backward like the varsity players wore. His iPhone buzzed in his pocket—probably another meme from the grou...
Maya's thumb hovered over her iPhone screen, the blue light illuminating her panicked face in the dark corner of Jake's basement. Another party she'd never feel cool enough for. Th...
Maya's thumbs moved across her iPhone screen like they were possessed, firing off texts to the group chat. 'U guys coming??? Clara's party starts in 20 and I'm STILL at home.' Her...
Maya's thumbs hovered over her iPhone screen, stomach doing that familiar flip-flop thing. Liam had actually watched her story—the one where she'd dramatically posted a selfie with...
The papaya sat on my plate like some alien artifact I'd been dared to eat. Mom bought it because she read somewhere it was a "superfood," which I'm pretty sure is just marketing fo...