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I felt like a total zombie—three hours of sleep will do that to you—but senior prom was tonight and I wasn't missing it. Not even if my tux felt like it was choking me and my palms...
Maya's summer was supposed to be epic. Instead, she was hiding in her bathroom, staring at her reflection and wondering why she'd agreed to come to Tyler's pool party in the first ...
The cafeteria at Northwood High operated like a pyramid scheme. Literal pyramid seating, with seniors at the top tables, freshmen clustered at the bottom, and everyone else fightin...
The papaya incident started it all. I was twelve shifts into my summer gig at Tropics Juice Bar when Mrs. Henderson ordered her usual hydration blend — and I accidentally grabbed t...
Maya's iPhone clattered to the pyramid of red Solo cups, sending them tumbling across Jordan's basement carpet. The room went dead silent — twenty pairs of eyes锁定 on her phone like...
The humidity hit me like a wall when I stepped outside, phone already buzzing with texts from the group chat. "U coming??" "Party starts in 20" "dude" I groaned. My aunt's food ...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating — she kept wiping them on her new denim shorts, but it wasn't helping. The Back to School bash was in full swing, Jake from AP C...
Maya's summer plan involved three things: scrolling TikTok on her iPhone, avoiding her cousins' questions about why she wasn't 'more like them,' and absolutely zero farm animals. Y...
Maya's golden retriever, Buster, wouldn't stop barking at the front door. She grabbed his favorite tennis ball—classic distraction technique—and tossed it down the hallway. Her par...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her new thrifted cargos—cargo pants were back, apparently, though she'd missed the memo until two days ago. "You good?" Kai as...
Maya's stomach did flip-flops as she stood at the edge of the in-ground pool, clutching her solo cup like it was a lifeline. This was it—her first real high school party, and she w...
The humidity slapped me in the face before I even stepped off the bus. Camp Kokomo—where I'd somehow convinced myself I'd transform from socially awkward bookworm to confident extr...