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The backyard bash was lit. Fire pits crackled, the playlist slapped, and the entire sophomore class was squeezed into the Chen's massive swimming pool zone. Maya clutched her solo ...
Marcus adjusted his cap, fingers sweaty. Baseball tryouts at Ridgewood High felt like walking into the lion's den—except the lions were varsity players who'd been starting since Li...
The goldfish bowl sat between us like a glass wall, its solitary inhabitant—Orange Crush—darting around plastic neon plants. I hadn't been in Maya's room since middle school, back ...
The bathroom mirror showed a stranger. Well, a stranger with blue hair. Electric, chaos-in-a-box blue. Maya's mom was gonna lose it, but honestly? Worth it. Her phone buzzed. Grou...
Maya stood by the snack table, clutching a warm can of ORANGE soda like it was a lifeline. The backyard was chaos—kids cannonballing into the pool, music thumping, someone's unleas...
Marcus stood at the edge of the patio, nursing his flat soda while the party raged inside. Sixteen years old and still awkward as hell at these things. His best friend Jen had ditc...
Maya stared at her cracked iPhone screen, thumb hovering over Jake's story. He'd posted something—she could see the pink circle—but her WiFi lagged like it was personally victimizi...
Maya's palms were literally sweating so hard she was leaving fingerprints everywhere. Which was hilarious, because she was currently standing at the deep end of Johnson's pool, sur...
Maya's legs burned as she kept running, the trail stretching endlessly ahead like her sophomore year. Cross-country practice was her escape—until she had to actually face her teamm...
I felt like a zombie walking into third period, my brain fried from another night of doom-scrolling until 3 AM. My hair was doing something tragic—probably revenge for the bleach e...
The social pyramid at Northwood High had Jade at the bottom freshman year. By junior year, she'd climbed to middle tier—enough to get invited to Chloe's house party, which was basi...
Maya pulled the orange beanie lower over her forehead, grateful for its power to hide the disastrous perm she'd gotten two days before summer camp. She'd spent forty-five minutes i...