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The gummy vitamin sat on my tongue like a lie I was telling myself. Vitamin D for mood support, the bottle promised. More like vitamin cope. "You're not gonna take it?" Maya aske...
Maya's hat was everything. A vintage dad cap she'd thrifted with her best friend Riley before everything went sideways, before Riley moved to Seattle and left Maya behind in their ...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers touching the frizzy halo she'd spent forty-five minutes flat-ironing into submission. Sixth period PE would undo all of it. Again. "Your hai...
Maya's **iphone** buzzed for the third time in two minutes. Chloe was blowing up her group chat, and honestly? Maya wasn't ready to deal with whatever drama had unfolded since thir...
The baseball hat pulled low over my eyes wasn't fooling anyone. Especially not Maya, who'd been side-eyeing me from third period English like I was some kind of personal project. I...
My summer at country club hell started with a rash decision and ended with a fox, a stolen hat, and a dead goldfish named Gerald. I know. Peak coming-of-age energy. "You'll LOVE p...
Marcus's palms were sweating so much he could barely grip the foam finger. This was it—his first real hangout with Skylar since she'd broken up with Tyler, and he'd somehow convinc...
Maya stared at the cafeteria's social landscape—a literal pyramid of popularity with the varsity jackets at the apex and everyone else cascading down the tiers. She was currently p...
The pool smelled like chlorine and teenage anxiety, which was pretty much my entire summer in one scent. I was the only sophomore still taking beginner swimming lessons at the comm...
Maya hovered at the edge of the pool party like a ghost, her phone clutched in a death grip at 12% battery. The screen glowed with 47 unread notifications—everyone was *here*, whil...
I felt like a zombie walking into Kyle's backyard bash, running on two hours of sleep and three energy drinks. Finals week had turned my brain into mush, but Jenna had promised ton...
I felt like a literal zombie. Three hours of sleep, two AP exams, and now I was stuck working the dunk tank at the spring carnival because my mom "volunteered" me. The rubber zombi...