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Maya's beanie was basically welded to her head freshman year. It was this slate-blue knit hat that covered her forehead, which she'd nicked during a bang-trimming disaster that lef...
My hair was supposed to be electric blue. Midnight rebellion, right? Instead, it came out this murky swamp-green that made me look like I'd been dipped in radioactive waste. Mom's ...
Maya's summer was turning into a disaster before it even started. Her parents had decided to send her to Camp Pineview for "character building" aka completely ruining her social li...
Maya's iphone buzzed with another notification—another like, another comment, another tiny hit of validation that somehow made her feel more empty than before. 472 followers, but s...
The party was already lit before Maya even stepped onto the patio. She could hear the bass thumping from Jaxon's backyard, feel the vibration in her chest even from the sidewalk. H...
The chlorine hit me before I even saw the water. Taylor's end-of-summer pool party — basically the social event of the season, and I was spending it clutching a Solo cup like it co...
Maya's fingers hovered over her iphone screen, the hashtag #aestheticbreakfast mocking her. Three hours she'd spent arranging tropical fruits on that ceramic plate her mom swore wa...
Maya stood in the corner of Tyler's basement, clutching her red beanie like a lifeline. The hat was vintage—her mom's from the 90s—and she'd spent forty-five minutes perfecting the...
The problem with Mia's parties wasn't the people—it was that everyone was performing. Even the pyramids of red Solo cups stacked by the keg felt staged, like prop pieces from a hig...
The pool party was supposed to be Maya's comeback moment. After spending freshman year as basically invisible, she was determined to make sophomore year different. Starting now. "...
Maya spent twenty minutes perfecting her eyeliner wings before school, trying to look chill for her presentation on Ancient Egypt. She'd obsessed over this project for weeks, resea...
The zombie apocalypse started three hours after my best friend Sarah moved away. Or at least, that's how it felt—like I was walking around half-dead, going through the motions of s...