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The air smelled like popcorn and cheap sunscreen, the kind that always gives me a headache but reminds me of last summer. Marcos stood beside me at the carnival, his baseball cap b...
Maya's sneakers gripped the dirt as she leaned against the backstop, heart doing that weird fluttery thing whenever Jordan walked by. The varsity baseball game was tied, bottom of ...
Maya's hair had been acting weird all week. Probably the new shampoo, or maybe just the stress of trying out for varsity softball. She stood in front of the mirror, poking at a par...
The first party of junior year. Maya's hands were shaking as she applied lip gloss in the bathroom mirror. Her cousin's oversized orange hoodie swallowed her frame—protection again...
Maya's first week at Northwood High felt like climbing an invisible pyramid. At the base? The freshmen. At the top? The seniors whose social media followers outnumbered the school'...
Marcus shoved his tray across the cafeteria table, watching the mushy spinach slide into his water cup. Perfect. Just what he needed on a Monday—green sludge instead of hydration. ...
Maya's brain felt like it had been put through a blender, then microwaved, then served on a soggy paper plate. Three AP classes, swim practice until 6 PM, and now it was 1:47 AM an...
Maya's cat Sphinx sat on her desk, judging her workout supplement stash. "You're taking that vitamin C pack again?" her best friend Kai texted. "You know it doesn't actually make y...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers twitching through her hair for the millionth time. The curling iron had betrayed her—instead of beachy waves, she looked like a poodle who'd ...
My iphone died at 11:47 PM, right as Tyler's party reached peak chaos. I'd been refreshing it every thirty seconds like a nervous tic, checking if Sarah had texted back. She hadn't...
Maya felt like a zombie as she dragged herself out of bed at noon. Another summer day, another invitation she'd probably decline. But today was different—Jake's pool party. She st...
Maya's vintage cowboy hat was supposed to be her armor. She'd found it at a thrift store, complete with a slightly bent brim and mysterious stains that she pretended added "charact...