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Maya's hands shook as she adjusted her eyeliner in the bathroom mirror. The bathroom was her sanctuary at Jordan's party—everyone else was outside, but Maya needed a minute. Being ...
Maya's palms were sweating. Not just slightly damp, but full-on disaster mode. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time, watching Leo from across the refreshment table...
My first mistake was agreeing to go to Tyler's pool party. My second mistake was wearing my lucky baseball jersey—practically begging for someone to spill soda on it. I'm barely in...
I was running on three hours of sleep and a vanilla latte, basically operating in full zombie mode. The summer heat wave had turned everything—including my brain—into mush. But the...
Maya's thumbs flew across her iPhone screen, triple-tapping Kai's newest Instagram post for the third time today. The notification glow illuminated her darkened bedroom—11:47 PM, w...
Maya's iPhone buzzed with the notification that changed everything: *pool party @ Jake's. U coming?* She'd been crushing on Jake since seventh grade, when he'd let her copy his hi...
The coaxial cable lay tangled on my bedroom floor like a dead snake, which meant my WiFi was dead too. On the night of Jordan's party. Of course. "You're actually going?" My littl...
Maya's iPhone battery hovered at 4% as she stood across from the pyramid of red solo cups that some sophomore had spent twenty minutes constructing like it was architecture and not...
Maya stared at the school's social **pyramid** from her lonely cafeteria corner. Freshmen at the bottom, seniors at the top—everyone knew their place. Until she found a way to hack...
Maya's phone buzzed at 2 AM — Tisha again. The fourth time this week. The orange glow of her screen lit up Maya's face as she stared at the unread messages from her former best fri...
Maya's hair was supposed to be beach blonde for the party. Instead, it came out neon orange — like a traffic cone or, as her brother joked, a fox. A literal fox. Now she's sitting...
Maya dragged herself through the cafeteria line, feeling like a total zombie after staying up until 3 AM finishing her AP Euro project. Her eyes burned, her brain felt fried, and h...